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“Hana! Your dog...!” Had he just peed on the wall over there? Maybe... maybe not. In fact, probably not. Tsunade shook her head, then chuckled and shrugged. “Hey, how’ve you been?” Tsunade was more familiar with Hana than the others in the Inuzuka clan, given that Hana studied medicine. “I take it the clan’s doing well?” A pause. “I have something to tell you.” // @historias-multorum​

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like to plot / have a starterrrrr.

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“I’m back! And ready for some action!”

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shikkotsunin​:

As the adrenaline rush from the mission’s high gradually wore off, when her zealous haze finally faded away, Sakura couldn’t help but feel its settling like a bag of rocks had been dropped on her head. It wasn’t anything particular reason, either, that a tetchy feeling overcame the kunoichi, but part of her suspected it was performance anxiety. That, although she’d done well with this mission, part of her wondered if she could keep such high standards and meet that bar as the Hokage’s apprentice. 

After all, she was Lady Fifth’s disciple. That epithet would never lose its weight, and she knew how monumental it was. In following the tail of an utter disaster by Orochimaru themselves, Tsunade had an enormous burden in not only running the standard affairs of the village, but also in repairing relations with Sunagakure and licking the wounds left behind that would invite opportunistic scrutiny like vultures and other nefarious scavengers. And Sakura knew she couldn’t falter or inconvenience her Shisou in any way. 

No, she had to keep driving herself as doggedly as possible and learn absolutely everything feasible. However long it was until Akatsuki really struck, she couldn’t afford to falter even the tiniest bit. “Oh, more training, Shisou?” she perked densely before correcting herself martially. “I mean–yeah, I’m totally down for more training! I’m not even the least bit tired!” Her smile spanned like extra fanfare, even if she realized that she was a little bit tired.

Dammit, no stopping now, Haruno! It’s full speed ahead until you drop dead!

Eyes narrowed slightly, Tsunade trying to perceive whether Sakura had really been asking for more training or if she had misunderstood her student’s request. After all, something felt off in Sakura’s response. Maybe it was too cheerful, even for Sakura, after a hard day’s work, or maybe it was just that, by this point, Tsunade had a sixth sense for the way the pink-haired girl was feeling (or it had something to do with her ability to tell people’s ailments by looking at them).

It would make sense that Sakura was too tired. She was just a genin, and though this had been an easy task for Tsunade, it wouldn’t be quite the same for a genin. Tsunade chuckled to herself. “Not even the least bit tired?” she repeated, leaning back slightly. “Then let’s make like Gai and do five-hundred laps around Konoha!”

A pause. “I’m kidding. What do you say we just get something to eat and drink?” she said with a laugh. “You earned it.”

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historias-multorum​:

“Okay okay just- promise me you won’t over do it.”

“Me? Overdo it? Never.” A pause. “Can you guide me home afterwards, though? I might be a little... tipsy...”

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happyramen​:

@slughime​ 

A KIND NOODLE SAID..

M does an amazing job with each muse they pick up! I never mind waiting on replies because I know they’ll be good.  It is obvious to me that M loves all the muses they write and add something special to the portrayals.  I love seeing them on my dash and I wish I had more courage to reach out and talk more.  But when I have talked to them its been a really awesome experience.  Thanks for all the love you put into your muses M!! We love you! 

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"Excuse me! Milady Tsunade!!" That blonde hair was easy to spot from kilometers away. How helpful was to find the woman in the middle of walking to her office. A bouquet of roses that had a bright pink color was offered by the hands of the ex Akatsuki. " It's so sadly that I can't buy daggers, even for gifts. Konoha is strict with their rules on ex criminals, neee. Happy "You survived another year" Who knows, might be the last! Hehehehe!." Theres a bottle of sake hidden in the middle of petals.

Huh? Was that Kisame again? How odd. She turned and saw him holding a bouquet of roses. How more odd. When he presented them to her, a heavy bouquet with a bottle of something inside. She blinked. Even an ex-Akatsuki member knew about her birthday? And was giving her presents? Wait, what? Might be the last? "Thanks... Is that a threat?" she asked, eyebrows knit together. Maybe she shouldn't drink the sake...

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Descends on her from behind with BIG BIRTHDAY HUGS (and a slender, very expensive bottle of sake which he nestles between the cleavage).

"Happy two hundredth birthday!!!! ❤︎"

"Hey! I--" A grumble and an oof as the cold bottle hit her cleavage and then a quick realization upon hearing his words. The sharp growl of "Jiraiya..!" would be frightening to anyone who knew of Tsunade's wrath. She pulled away, her hand catching the sake bottle. "You have three seconds--" she hissed. Then her eyes, sharp as ever, especially when it counted, picked up on the label on the bottle. "This--this is expensive," she said.

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historias-multorum​:

“I’d say it’s a tie between the two of you to be honest.”

“Careful, instead of getting rowdy, I’ll get angry!” Not that she was serious. It was Shizune, after all. Well, she might get irritated.

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historias-multorum​:

“I’m not saying don’t drink, I’m saying don’t drink too much. You get so rowdy when your drink you know.”

“Rowdy?” She frowned. “Who, me? I think you’re thinking of Jiraiya.”

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"Shiso, shiso!" the young teen bleated as she almost ran into the office that morning for yet another day of grueling training, but as fate would have it, her intentions that morning were a little different. Presenting it on the Senju's desk, before her was a handmade kinchaku, of carefully worked leather, embroidered but cartoonish slugs, and with additional stitching of the character Tsunade wore on her haori. "Um... happy birthday!"

Sakura coming up to her earnestly could have meant a number of things, but on Tsunade's birthday, Tsunade thought maybe it was because Sakura had learned it was her teacher's birthday. It wasn't a date Tsunade really advertised, given she hated aging, but somehow people always found out. She wasn't expecting a gift, however, and her eyes widened to a sort of awe when she saw the handmade item, embroidered leather of slugs! She looked at the present for a while then back at Sakura. "Sakura..." She was a bit at a loss for words. "You made this yourself? Thank you....!"

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historias-multorum​:

“Happy Birthday Lady Tsunade, just remember not to drink too much okay?”

“Ugh... I’m getting older, what reason is there to not drink?”

[slughime]

“Birthday birthday.... birthday.” She chugs a bottle of sake. Maybe it’s not her first.

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sharkfinx​:

@slughime​​ | cont’d 

          “After hearing stories of your strength — I though would be the best to pass by and see it for myself.” A polite bow whilst his right hand was placed over the chest. Eyes likely as excited kid that looked at a x-mas tree out of admiration, raw force should be respected not feared.  “A punch that can turn bones to dust? Totally phenomenal.  He he he.” A softly giggle followed his raised hands, gesturing punches in the air.  “Hope doesn’t bother you in any way, milady.  A stronger warrior like you probably get lots of compliments as that almost every second, ne. ~”

      Tsunade quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you want to see my strength for yourself?” she inquired, because of course, he hadn’t passed by to see it for himself yet. She chuckled a little to herself. “I’m not bothered at all!” She wished she got compliments almost every second. She could be a bit vain sometimes, after all. Although, oftentimes she wanted to be left alone, so there was that... maybe it was a good idea she didn’t get compliments every second. “Thank you! You--also, are quite well known, if I say so myself.”

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coughs coughs Pardon my intrusion, Lady Tsunade. I must tell you "Slay, queen." with all my regards. sorry i saw a gif of her punchin orochimaru this morning and thats it

Blink. Blink. Surprise at first. Because this is a former member of the Akatsuki. And also... just... that came out of nowhere. But after a moment--

A dramatic hand gesture. “Thank you! Yes, I do slay.” A pause, hand lowered, expression more... normal. “What brought that up?”

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peepingtoad​:

Jiraiya couldn’t help laughing at her assertion, thinking it so very like her to tell him how right she is. Hell, he’ll take it. He’d deprived himself of a whole lot of comfort and affirmation in the past, thanks to the way he’d lived the past few decades of his life, and one didn’t pass through death without appreciating things just that little bit more.

Things like being close to a loved one, feeling their tender touches, talking openly. So small, yet so important. They’d missed out on so much of each other.

Jiraiya, too, was feeling pensive at the thought, albeit his reasons were different to Tsunade’s. A different flavour of regret and guilt. Perhaps it didn’t sour his expression at all, in comparison, because right now he still couldn’t help being overwhelmingly happy, even for all those numerous details he still had to process to process. And maybe that was why Tsunade couldn’t keep looking at his smiling face and endlessly warm eyes, always as warm for her as ever they’d been… although he didn’t understand why.

“Hm?” He questioned with a furrowed brow, and reached out to run his fingertips gently from her cheek to her jaw, hinting for her to look at him once more. “Never what, Tsuna?”

Jiraiya’s voice was as soft as could be in his questioning, hopefully reassuring her that she could tell him anything. He’d never be angry or upset at her—couldn’t be, after they’d gone through so much and remained such close friends. He only hoped she had as much confidence in that as he did, enough not to bury things as they always used to.

Tsunade would, of course, always take the opportunity to tell Jiraiya how right she was, especially when it meant affirming him when they were suddenly being so open with each other. Well, mostly, because she hadn’t told him everything, not yet. Because she was still so guilty, for holding back so much, all along, being scared up to the very end.

And it was hard, because she didn’t know what that dream meant. Was it her thoughts and feelings and desires, her true ones, projected in her mind? Or was it just what the Tsukuyomi thought they were? Having that impossible choice in front of her, Dan or Jiraiya, it seemed natural that she would want to choose both of them, together, perhaps wondering and hoping that they would both care for each other, too. But if she really had to pick?

For a long time since Dan had died she had mourned after him, had even fulfilled his dream through her of becoming hokage. And she had loved him, truly, and had thought if only he were by my side now. But Jiraiya--he knew her, perhaps in a way Dan didn’t, because he knew her throughout the years, and he knew her now, and he, well, he was that magnetic force she was kept being drawn back to, she had thought for some inexplicable reason, but it turned out, it was actually, just simply, love. Not that she hadn’t loved Dan--she had, and not in a shallow or less true way. But now, here, she could make her choice.

“I’m sorry I never--” she began stopped, then started again. “I’m sorry it took me so long to choose you over everything--over everyone else. In terms of me--loving you.”