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[senjuhashirama]

How did Hashirama's and Mito's first meeting go?

♥ We met on a beach. I told her I’m a sailor and thought she’s a witch. I didn’t know her name then. It was before we estabilished Konoha. We didn’t know each other’s name until we met officially after Konoha was built and Madara was gone gone gone. 

[eyecanfixthat]

w/ Senju Tobirama | @heartofswords​

When it returns, it returns like winter’s curtain, falling deafeningly silent and achingly cold. All he can see are brown eyes brimming with hope and desperation and downright fear all at once—and for a moment he thinks ‘This time it will be different; this time I will be faster’. But everything rises in his chest all at once and simply squeezes itself too tight, stepping aside and giving way to something that creeps cold and fast and ugly through his veins. He stops. His hand stays. His feet move slower than they should. Something in his stomach turns, twists—and a splash of red blooms behind those light brown eyes, staring back at him from the snow.

Shisui startles awake, acutely aware of something clammy stuck to his back. It takes him a moment to realize it is his shirt, and that he’d fallen asleep out in the training grounds again. What time is it? He doesn’t really know. A glance at the stars tells him nothing much, because the clouds are thick in the air tonight.

Being shocked back into reality doesn’t shake off the guilt, though, and the strange pit in his stomach continues to make itself known since the day it happened.

How long has it been? Four months? Thereabouts…

How long is he going to keep doing this for?

…Who knew?

Shisui picks himself up off the ground, dusting his shorts free of grass bits and dirt and whatever else decided to cling to him when he’d passed out earlier. 

I should get home. Mama might worry…

Now, any mother of any eight year old child would worry, but Shisui is sure she’s already busy taking care of his father to miss him too much. All for the better, anyway. He doesn’t want to be noticed in times like this. Honestly, he’s wished to be invisible so hard in the past four months that it’s made him angry on more than one occasion that people still saw him and sought after him for one thing or another. It’s already hard to shake off feeling like a fraud in the waking hours, but harder still when people tell you that you’re amazing.

It’s worse when they tell you to just get over it, that shinobi died all the time, and that you signed off your life for your village the moment you graduated the Academy. He should have known it was coming, they say.

But I should have gone to him faster.

Shisui pinches both his arms at the thought, eyes screwing shut as if to will it away.

Now is not the time. Look normal for when you get home so they don’t ask you questions.

And he would have worked himself into a state of ‘normalcy’ in a practiced moment or two if not for the sudden disturbance in the middle of the training grounds.

What—?

Shisui opens his eyes and instinctively hops up into a tree for cover, watching from a vantage point above. Did—did somebody just—what is that blur?  

By the time the man comes into focus, Shisui both recognizes him and also does not. This is a familiar face—it is one of the faces that watch over them every day from Konoha Mountain.

But—

How?

There’s no way.

Shisui ends up holding his breath while still up in that tree, just in case—as if that’s supposed to help hide him from the world’s greatest sensor. Except it can’t be the world’s greatest sensor, because Senju Tobirama is dead.

….Isn’t he?

[asaraltu]

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“What, come to gloat? At least wait until we’re away from the cemetery, Senju.”

[dokuhebi]

If you ever wanted to have your portrait taken, which snake would you have in the picture with you?

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“I would have my personal summon with me, though that would be more her choice than mine. I’m rather sure she would eat the competition if not given a rightful place up front after all. Perhaps dear Manda would have been a potential choice, but Sasuke was adamant about destroying that possibility.”

[uchiha-madara]

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Unpopular opinion: Icons are unnecessary. Yes, they’re really pretty and they help with visualizing the words one writes, but overall they only help portray what someone is trying to convey.

They’re a tool to use to create, or the cherry on top--not the complete substance of what one writes about! Just a small decoration that shouldn’t be almost compulsory to have to interact with people.

I’ve seen so many people snub others without icons--especially ocs. While face claims for OCS are nice, sometimes it’s hard to find icons with that specific face claim--especially if they did the art themselves. Some people don’t have time to sit down and draw 100 icons for their character, you know?

[konohagakurekakashi]

Boogeyman?

No.

Having survived more than one war and having seen and done the things that he has done over the course of his career, Kakashi has come to the sombre conclusion that there existed nothing worse within the Elemental Nations than that what he already was:- A Shinobi.

When he was younger however his tou-san was fond of lamenting on lengthy tales of the 'Eggplant King' and how he would appear one night to gnaw at Kakashi's ankles for eating too many of his loyal citizens. It was an awful attempt on Sakumo's part to broaden a growing Kakashi’s diet, but only resulted in the young Hatake double-wrapping his legs all the way up to his knees (be it morning or night--a proper Shinobi must always be prepared) a habit he never fully knocked.

[jinchuriikage]

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     “Hokage-sama, you should understand better than anyone else about lack of sleep. It’s in the job description of being a Hokage.” 

[shikkotsunin]

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The union of the two slug sages was something that had been immensely celebrated among the Inner Path, but within Konohagakure itself? Well... Sakura was yet something of an initiate in the shinobi world after living in Shikkotsurin since infancy, weaned by the slugs who knew scarce amounts about except from their summoners. Yes, she wasn’t from a prestigious clan that could’ve yielded an auspicious union, she didn’t care and neither did her husband. They were a forest of spring and summer and nothing felt more right than being together that seemed to embody the warmest seasons.

That day, the hokage’s small council had been called to attend to business that Hashirama had stressed the urgency of, holding his breath until the door had finally shut securely with a few Anbu guardsmen stationed at its threshold. As they gathered around a world map with the topography formed in almost identical relief to the world, listening closely to Hashirama’s spiel as he debriefed them. 

It seemed as though the situation were as serious as they’d feared, Sakura’s expression falling seriously. 

“I thought this might happen. The snakes of Ryuuchidou warned us about Byakuren for awhile, but I guess it’s not that surprising they’re starting to encroach on Uzushio’s territories. And if they get their colony of the Land of Waves, they have an entryway into the Fire Country,” Sakura deduced gravely, folding her arms contemplatively.  

“Jeez, I knew he was an ambitious conqueror, but he’s crazy if he thinks he’ll get Uzushio without consequence.”