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Lex | 35+ | She/They | Proship
Current fixation is Naruto with a heavy focus on the Founders, TobiIzu, the Uchiha, and Kisame.
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Being a writer is so fucking weird cause what do you mean the other day I was rejoicing having 85 works and today I'm sitting here thinking that that's too many, that none of them are good or memorable or inspiring or whatever.
He plucks the instrument again.
Yes, much better. He sets the tuning wrench next to him, and places his hands over the strings.
Slowly, he eases into a gentle mellow tune, one reminiscent of light winds across open plains, of swaying leaves and lazy, unhurried clouds, of the teasing caresses of the sun's ascension at dawn.
It was his favorite, and the melody rings bittersweet in his mind.
Quiet shuffling noises and a silent curse muttered under held breath disrupt the music's flow. An intruder was persistently making their way through the numerous seals and wards he'd placed in the way. Madara sighs.
“I don’t know why I even bother with all the roadblocks…” He mumbles to himself.
He can sense a figure slowly ascend the stairs onto the pavilion where he was. From behind a pillar, Hashirama peaks his head, pouting. "...why'd you stop?"
Madara hasn't even noticed that his hands now hovered over the guzheng, clawed nails hooked beneath the strings but frozen in anticipation of... He's not sure exactly what. Old habits, if he had to guess. He exhales slowly and eases back into the melody.
Hashirama sits a few paces to his left. “Arent you just full of surprises, Madara?” he teases playfully. “You never told me you could play!”
“Because I couldn't,” Madara replies, “I just had a lot of time to learn.”
“Well, you’ve gotten excellent”
“I’d say my skills have become passable.”
Hashirama reels back, then shuffles a bit and starts exaggeratedly looking up and around. Madara gives him an incredibly unimpressed scowl.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh just checking if the sky is falling.”
“...Why would the sky be falling”
“Because I don't think I've ever heard you be humble about anything. Ever.”
As soon as that last word leaves his mouth Madara chucks the tuning wrench at him, but Hashirama playfully dodges out of the way and lets out a warm hearty chuckle.
“Sorry sorry… I'm just pleasantly surprised. I never took myself for a guzheng guy. But I think I'd like to hear more.” He leaves the implied suggestion hanging in the air.
Madara snickers. “You should have heard Izuna play, he was-” He stops abruptly, expression turning dark and sullen. “-he was actually good at it”
Hashirama immediately stiffens. “Madara-”
His lover raises a hand to silence him. “It’s fine Hashirama,” He says, despite the tired and distant look that clouds his eyes, locking away his heart where Hashirama can't reach.
He opens and closes his mouth, words failing him miserably in offering any kind of comfort. Izuna was the wound in Madara's heart that never stopped bleeding.
Madara exhales slowly. “I’m fine. Really. Stop looking like a sad dog.”
There’s a certain folkloric idea that if you die at sea, your soul is sort of. Inextricably stuck in the sea. Because your body is irretrievable, your soul is also irretrievable, down out of the reach of the gods who look at the surface of the world. In Norse mythology, they said that the souls of sailors who died at sea are caught in the sea-goddess Rán’s net and dragged into her domain, a distinct and separate afterlife alongside Hel and Valhalla. Davy Jones Locker. The funayūrei. A lot of cultures agree that once the sea has a hold on you, even when your body has rotted and dwindled and been made food for crabs, it still won’t let you go.
Do you think we’re going to wind up saying the same thing about astronauts.
And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
I wrap this blessing around you like a shroud, so that no ill can find you, and every warmth is held close
Madara brought home a new bakeneko! I don't really blame little Sachi for being scared shitless of the giant fox who lives in her new home, but thankfully he thinks cats are friends not food...
based on this
and there he is, surfing on the horizon of the wide webs ocean, the rogue Pirate Clippy!
(originally done for LBM:))
Sakura Requests 5
"Sakura with those big ass axes"
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i block ppl all the time so my blocklist ranges from "actual fucking asshole fascist" n "post that mildly annoyed me because im petty" and if i went thru my blocklist rn i probably would have no idea why i blocked each of them but whatever
Some shippy badges for AO3 made by yours truly 🥰
Friend in an alleyway | my wife sent me this photo the other day and said "you HAVE to draw this." and I agreed completely <:
oops I was told you can only see the photo if you have a bsky account, so here's a screenshot of it!
i know i say this often but i cannot say it loud enough: people who comment on fics, people who reblog posts and engage with fanworks are the people who generate community and without them fandom would be nowhere, so truly thank you for your presence, you make the world go 'round <3
[ID: A screenshot of Boromir of Gondor from Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, standing in Rivendell and staring (at either Legolas or Aragorn) off camera. The subtitle has been edited to say
AO3 has no App.
AO3 needs no App.
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