二代目火影

[tobimizu]

# 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔 : 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈. ind. writing blog for SENJU TOBIRAMA of NARUTO manga series. manga based.

CANON DIVERGENT. low activity and mutuals only. private. mature language and themes present. plot driven. written by mara ( she / her, 25+ ). rules under the cut.

PORTRAYAL. Entirely manga-based. And in some parts, canon divergent. If there's something you don't understand about my portrayal, please don't hesitate to message me. All I ask is that you don't make any assumptions.

NOTE: I’m new to this fandom when it comes to roleplaying. Please bear with me, while I catch up on everything.

ACTIVITY. A low activity blog for a reason. Things will be sporadic. Not only am I a slow writer, but my work doesn’t always allow me to be on here. Besides, RP is a hobby and will never take precedence over my personal life. Please respect that and be patient with me. I will never, ever rush you and I expect the same in return.

INTERACTIONS. I love memes/prompts! If we’re mutuals, feel free to send them anytime. Simply go through my tag and pick, they never "expire". Starter calls will rarely happen on this blog. And I do prefer to write in a para format, one-liners aren’t really my thing. This blog follows the age-old rule: If I follow you, I want to interact with you.

PLOTTING. Generally encouraged on this blog. I want our interactions to matter and be important to our characters and the plot.

FORMATTING. I use small text, with some light formatting/styling and icons. If you're not comfortable with small text, please let me know and I'll switch to a standard one.

SHIPPING. A multi-ship blog. And though I don’t accept exclusives within the Naruto fandom, exclusivity will be applied to romantic ships (meaning, I will not be writing that ship with anyone else). No shipping with minor characters or muns, however, and every ship needs to be developed properly (IC and OOC). And please, please don’t force a ship on me.

NO TOLERANCE. Zero tolerance for hate, guilt-tripping, excessive negativity, or drama of any kind. I’m too old, too tired, and way too busy for all that.

CREDIT. Icon psd by: NOIIR

Thank you for reading my rules!

[tobimizu]

haha i kind of fell off the face of the earth

[howtomakeyousee]

Fight for every inch.

[tobimizu]

tentatively places this here.

[omeya]

二代目

[tobimizu]

it's a promise that keeps him rooted, his brother's lectures and repeated warnings like thunder in the now-desolate hospital halls. after peace was declared, there had been many stationed right where he was standing, senju and uchiha alike - wounded remnants of a war that had raged on for far too long. now, only a few remain, more difficult cases that did not benefit from the passage of time.

( like uchiha izuna. )

"you seem to be recovering well." and he comes, unannounced, without preamble or apology. this is the only olive branch he will offer, a metaphorical outstretched hand. @shinnogi / for izuna

[geryone]

Spells of My Name, I.S. Jones

[littlemiss44]

Tobirama was salty about Hashirama and Madara's friendship because he realised it too late that he too could have formed a homoerotic connection with his rival.

[koroart]

“ You’re home!! “

[shinnogi]

      Hashirama does not falter. He sheds no tears as another brother falls victim to the war. Nature was not a mother—it was a judge. It does not weep for the fallen; it simply stands. And Hashirama is much the same, though this is not something he shows his family. For them, he wears a mask—one of smiles and kindness, of nearly brainless benevolence, a sunny clearing hiding the darkness lurking at the outskirts of its trees. Even now, mourning another younger brother (and how young he had been), Hashirama keeps that mask glued to his face, though his brown eyes darken, betraying the shadows within.

      ❛  And you continue to be the eternal pessimist, baby brother...  ❜  he sighs, turning to face the white-haired man, long hair whipping around him. ❛  Our father doesn’t need to agree. We both know he’ll soon name me Head of Clan, just as Madara will inherit the Uchiha’s leadership.  ❜

      People misunderstood his friendship with Madara. This dream of peace was not his—Hashirama had never yearned for a safe haven. He was born and bred for war; fighting was his mastery. A man as devastating as a natural disaster.

      Madara was the architect of this vision, the one who dreamed of a world where he wouldn’t watch his clansmen die—who spoke of his own baby brother with a tenderness that baffled Hashirama. Not that he didn’t care for his brothers; he shielded them as a great tree shades saplings from scorching sun—just enough to keep them alive. Hashirama was a weapon, a blade for Madara to wield, and he embraced that role without hesitation.

      ❛  The Uchiha, you, our father—  ❜  He reaches out, patting his brother’s shoulder, conjuring that sunny, near-goofy smile. ❛  —one day, you’ll all see our perspective.  ❜  Hashirama didn’t fully believe in their dream, but he believed in Madara. Madara’s words would conquer both clans—and beyond. And Hashirama would stand beside him, as sword and shield.

      ❛  We’ve lost too much to this senseless war, brother. Isn’t it time to find a middle ground? A place where we aren’t drowning in guard duties, corpses, and rotten food?  ❜ 

[tobimizu]

the touch feels intrusive, an offer of comfort that tobirama is not ready for. there is no reprieve from his pain. not tonight. and the anger that endures, unfurls at the sight of his brother's reckless smile, disgusts him.

pulls at the darkness that festers in his own heart.

( hashirama's grief is his own, tobirama knows. but this, here, now - his older brother feels like a stranger, a man willing to trust another over his own blood. )

"you call my words pessimistic, yet in your blind faith you believe everything will change once he retires. his departure will not erase years of this hatred borne between our clans. the uchiha have murdered our people, our men and women, our children. our kin. and we have returned that favour, readily. or have you forgotten?" ire coats his tongue, there is no hiding before the other, no punches pulled. before their father, he would've chosen a different role, a shield, a protector, a wall standing between two relentless floods. ( a true ninja, without emotions or past. )

but here, he is uncloaked. a ravage woven entirely out of despair and loss.

"this war cannot go on, i agree. but we cannot trust uchiha madara to help us build a better path." and tobirama swallows, shoulders tense, and steps hurried, as he paces across the wet moss. "what has he done to prove he shares your vision? what has he done to make you believe he won’t betray us the moment he’s given the chance?"

"i will not stake the future of our entire clan on this so-called friendship, hashirama."

i will not lose you. i will not lose another brother.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄.   (   a collection of  dialogue prompts originating from alice in wonderland 2010. adjust as desired.   )

you have finally lost your senses.

this venture is impossible.

the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.

that kind of thinking could ruin you.

the nightmare, again?

do you think i've gone around the bend?

you're mad. bonkers, off your head.

if you get frightened, you can always wake up.

doubt they'll notice if we never arrive.

who's to say what is proper?

to me, a corset is like a codfish.

i'm sorry. i'm tired, i didn't sleep well last night.

it's always the same, ever since i can remember.

don't most people have different dreams?

there. you're beautiful.

there. you're beautiful. now, can you manage a smile?

at last. we thought you'd never arrive.

[ name ] is waiting to dance with you.

i hope you don't think i've taken advantage of your misfortunes.

do you ever tire of quadrille?

i think you'll do best to keep your visions to yourself.

i was wondering what it would be like to fly.

[ name ], meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes.

but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me.

everyone went through so much effort to keep it a secret.

i don't know if i want to marry [ name ].

shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden, just you & me?

what an odd thing to say.

i couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.

i think i'm going mad.

i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.

me? but i'm not the one who's sneaking around.

i think i ... i need a moment.

i am not convinced.

how is that for gratitude?

who are you, if i might ask?

the question is, who are you?

what do you mean by that? i ought to know who i am.

wait, this is my dream. i'm going to wake up now & you'll all disappear.

that's odd. pinching usually does the trick.

did you steal them?

it looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws.

well, i'd better have a look.

i'll be fine as soon as i wake up.

what do you call yourself?

all i want to do is wake up from this dream.

i was obliged to kill time until your return.

we simply must commence with the slaying & such.

all this talk of blood & slaying has put me off my tea.

what happened that day was not my fault.

you ran out on them to save your own skin.

what's wrong with you, [ name ]? you used to be the life of the party.

would you like to join us? you're late for tea!

i'm not slaying anything. i don't slay, so put it out of your mind.

wait! you can't leave me here.

you're not the same as you were before.

you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.

it's not a pretty story.

that is not foretold.

i've been told what i must do & who i must be.

i'll decide where it goes from here.

i make the path.

i've come to you, hoping you would understand what it's like.

and who is this lovely creature?

you're too soft.

the trees seem sad... have you been speaking with them?

rest now. you've done well.

is it not better to be feared than loved?

i'm frightened, [ name ]. i don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.

you're entirely bonkers. but i'll tell you a secret; all of the best people are.

that's better, you look like yourself again.

why is it you're always too small or too tall?

i don't take orders from big, clumsy, galumphing—

why haven't you mentioned this?

i believe this belongs to you.

i thought we'd settled this.

i suggest you keep a sword on hand.

it is far better to be feared than loved.

it's against my vows to harm any living creature.

here i am, still in one piece.

i would have regretted not seeing you again.

you know what tomorrow is, don't you?

still believe this is a dream, do you?

this has all come from my own mind.

i'm afraid you're just a figment of my imagination.

you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

i'll miss you when i wake up.

you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.

when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.

nothing was ever accomplished with tears.

don't go. i need your help, i don't know what to do.

i can't help you if you don't even know who you are.

you're just as dim-witted as the first time you were here.

it wasn't a dream at all ... it was a memory.

the sword knows what it wants. all you have to do is hold onto it.

i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.

it is MY crown! i am the eldest!

sometimes i believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

so, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again.

you are banished. no one is to ever show you kindness.

majesty, i hope you bear me no ill will.

i do not owe you a kindness.

i'll be back again before you know it.

of course i will, how could i forget?

good lord ... are you alright?

i love you, but this is my life. i'll decide what to do with it.

i'll find something useful to do with my life.

shall we speak in my study?

perhaps you'd consider becoming an apprentice.

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "In Evening Air", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[irodzuke-a]

Palpable tension enhanced by curl of mischievous grin and playful glint in his eye that pointed at deeper complexities, " Heard someone here dislikes the Uchihas. ~ " || @tobimizu

[tobimizu]

tendrils of the past, they climb the cold, empty pillows of his flesh. and there is war there. grief and blood and loss. this child has no place in tobirama's memories, but madara's reach burrows deep. "tch, hardly. only those who threaten the existence of my village."

[sharingan-legacy]

[weltenwellen]

Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"

[gakkubi]

Tobirama Senju 🍃 for Ko-fi request

[senjuutsu]

starter call ! ( @tobimizu )

❛ you know we're probably tied for how many battles we've taken part in. ❜ there's humor in her voice, and a tinge of uncertainty that lingers behind it. injuries sustained had been seen to, but the soreness still lingered on even now. she wasn't even sure she'd fought in nearly as many battles, but she'd definitely seen to their affects afterwards.

[tobimizu]

he hopes not.

though ever since he had come back, he had heard whispers of the legendary sannin, of her position and authority. to attain that, one had to have seen and done more than they care to. ( he knows he has. ) the last time he saw her, she was only a child, willful and eager, just like her grandad.

now, her eyes tell a different story. ( children plucked and molded into soldiers. their innocence sacrificed for the ever-elusive peace. some practices still endured, it seemed. )

tobirama smiles, a fleeting expression, arms folding across his chest.

"godaime hokage, huh? brother would be proud." perhaps surprised would've been a more fitting word. still, tobirama continues, "i know i am."