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[tenebrisforibus]

🎨 [ for science ]

🎨 — art

{{ It depends on what you consider art.

Tobirama is a grand master when it comes to the art of dissecting human bodies, and extracting organs with minimal damage.He is a master in draining spinal fluid and preserving eyeballs.He is a master in dodgy politics and underhanded deaths.He is a master in pitting together nations with their smaller neighbors and making it look like he was never a part of anything fishy.He is a master of creating war.Of destroying a clan because the said clan slighted the love of his life.He is a master of abandonment; he let Hashirama die over his own guilt, never raising a finger to ease him.

Most of all, his greatest artwork are his creations-- highly illegal jutsu, yes, terrible things, but great. Nobody else can make those things again. 

[tenebrisforibus]

Puts a ★ in the middle of a plate of cookies, because you're amazing and deserve great and wondrous things.

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog. Takes a second, means a lot.

{{ AAAAAH! Thank you! Have one right back, because I love your Oro so much!!!

[bitebxck-a]

ａ ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｔ ａｃｈｅ．．．

                   . . .Which buries itself within the wraith and bellows bereavement of lost loves and lives. She feels it within such a fragile form; it pulsates along the pathways engraved upon her entirety by teeth. When picturing the prefect, she depicts the descent with such accuracy that the pain becomes more profound. Fingers hover over her bruises; she attempts to suffocate such suffering. To escape grief, there must come acceptance, but the conclusions shes crafted thus far are more chaotic. Confidence, once proudly carried, now remains a facade during her struggle for sanity.                   It’s evident in the way she wanders through her wars that woe overcomes the wretch. She is sick of the sullen, but finds no comfort in being second best to a beloved. Perhaps, in time, she’ll find her place as prominent, but now she waits, deprived of the ability to focus further on her obligations.          ❝ I realize I might be getting a bit too personal when I ask this... ❞                   Silence is broken when she speaks through her somber shroud, but she keeps her eyes off of his entirety.       ❝ But out of curiosity, what’s the most you’ve ever sacrificed for someone? ❞

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[xltor]

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     “My patience is wearing thin, Orochimaru.”

[mxtherslug-blog]

Looks into the camera like on office.

“Why did M’lady have to go for the snake man. Why not a nice butterfly man, butterflies are nice.”

[mxtherslug-blog]

Hello my name is Zèro, although if you ask some of my closer roleplay partners, you may hear them refer to me as the Dark Lord Satan. Not unlike my snake-babbu here, I enjoy scaring the living shite out of people, although most of the time, I am a harmless ball of fluff.

I’m hereby dub thee Satan-chan forever more. My mind shall not be swayed on the matter because I find you hella kawaii.

Did you know that I actually adore snakes in real life, like they literally puppies without legs and I want five billion of them. And since you have the original snake-babbu right in front of my eyes I have high expectations for all your snakeyness.

[mxtherslug-blog]

“ Manda...isn’t giving you too much trouble, I hope? He can be such a brat sometimes and extremely difficult to deal with.”

Katsuyu has known Manda since the day the he was hatched and she knew the snake could be a pompous jerk but none the less he was her friend and the slug would prefer to know if he was causing problems.

The giant of woman gave a small smile, hands clasped together in front of her as she surveyed the room as if expecting the said snake to jump out and tell her to mind her own business.

But alas nothing did.

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How about family for a topic?

{{ Tobirama doesn’t care much for family.His family, in his opinion, had never quite understood him, and the closest he got with any real connection to was Kawarama, whom he loved best out of all of his brothers. 

His father prized him for his abilities and his apparent loyalty to the clan, which made him the favorite son. His mother prized him for the same reasons, and because he took after her, in looks and in mind. 

He’d been close to Hashirama, once, or tried to be, but things splintered and went downhill when Kawarama and Itama died, and Hashirama, perhaps unwittingly, left him alone to deal with his own grief, while he had some positive outlet in the form of Madara’s friendship and companionship. 

The Senju clan in general skirted around Tobirama, because innate sensors had close to telepathic abilities, able to tell thoughts and emotions. Other children didn’t want his company. Heck, sometimes, even his own brother didn’t want his company.

So Tobirama has a sketchy concept of family. His only family, perhaps, is himself-- and later on, Madara comes close to one. But as for blood ties, no. He is detached and aloof; he held fondness for his nieces and nephews, and the children of his other relations didn’t spark his interest nor care.