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tobirama is in heat AGAIN who's gonna freaking clean up all that senjuice... not me... i've done it six times already

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madatobi something to regret

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madatobi misc, mostly tobirama in situations

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madatobi YURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its only the last pic uncensored version here

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i saw you and your male friend across the bar and noticed you're extremely weird about each other in various platonic and/or romantic ways Mind if i obsereve

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sweet dreams, kakashi!

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tobirama's first decree as nidaime-sama was to rename planned parenthood to unplanned parenthood because, "if it was planned, why would they go there?" his second decree was to give tax breaks to gay bath houses

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here's to a prosperous 2007 in konoha

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Lock. Him. Up.

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come on come on come ON finish the politics!!! get to the good part

When Tobirama attempted a suiton, she must have felt a body of water to draw from. And so when Tobirama lunges forward, swings around and attempts to jab her fingers into her throat, Madara tackles her - knocked down, Tobirama forces their direction through the ferns and moss and branches and rolling over sloped ground, branches spinning overhead as they tumble together - and Madara gasps as she finds that water too in a smack of ice-cold flurry-heaviness against her skin. She tightens her grip just as they plunge down into a pool fed by each of the streams coursing through the forest, and they both sink into dark water churned into froth by the fall. 

She sucks in air, head breaking the surface and kicks for a surface - loose rock shifts, and Tobirama’s forehead bangs against her nose hard enough for her already-blurry eyes to water. 

“Little -” she blinks hard, growls, and reaches out to grab Tobirama by the neck, arm, hair - anything her fingers can get at. “I take it back. You’re not an idiot, you’re a bitch.” 

Tobirama snarls, spitting water, and her fingers dig into Madara’s shoulders like she’s trying to shove her down and drown her. Her hands dig under Madara’s haori and tear at it and her hand grips into soft flesh and Tobirama’s teeth clack against hers so hard she feels her lip split and blood stream into the water dripping down their faces, running down Tobirama’s chin and coating over the red line that cuts it.

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Waking up to find this in my drafts could only happen after a long ER shift

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segment of Catabasis chapter 4 because i need to remind myself that i just have to GET TO HERE. i just want to get on to fem mdtb kicking each other around a forest (they have forgotten their mission entirely). i really got the mood for this chapter after i finally got around to reading Nightbitch ~~~ When Tobirama struggles, Madara simply twists her hands tighter, draws her knees in closer, and waits for Tobirama to tire herself. It takes an age, and she doesn’t let up for a moment of it - the woman under her is sly, and hardly above playing dead to spring at her in a breath. But Madara’s taijutsu will always be superior. With Tobirama’s hands held fast, her defences are the end of a brutal shogi game; the outcome decided and only avoided for a few moves in each direction.

“I hate you,” Tobirama mumbles into the moss, voice thick. 

Madara hums. Thoughtlessly and almost unbidden, her fingertips start to scratch through white hair to draw small circles on her scalp. It makes the muscles of her back twitch, completely out of Tobirama’s control. It’s clear that she dislikes the feeling.

“Stop doing that.” 

“You don’t seem to hate it.”

“I do. Almost as much as I deplore you.”

“Deplore? Do I still deserve so much of your loathing?”

Pale fingers dig into the dirt. “I don’t believe I misheard you calling me pathetic. More than that, you despise me.” 

“For what?” Tobirama growls. “Get off me.” 

“If you agree not to fight.”

A long, mutinous silence stretches, and Madara prepares herself to get comfortable. 

Eventually, she exhales, and the tense line of muscle along her neck relaxes out minutely. “I swear.” 

Madara shifts over, bringing her knee across Tobirama’s back and settling beside her. Tobirama rolls away, pulling her limbs back underneath her and rising up slowly on all fours, eyes locked on Madara. For a moment, they simply watch each other like animals over a deer’s corpse.

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Ramen Shop AU: Izuna found himself a girlfriend that survived with him for over a month (she's a keeper!). Tobirama grants him a complimentary Prince Polo unnamed candy bar (iykyk).

Also additional Madara on a smoke break (killing him would be an act of mercy)

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two minutes ago I found out that the story of Izanagi is ANOTHER katabasis myth; was ANYONE going to point out how smoothly we could work a Eurydice and Orpheus story into madatobi

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The girl’s face is hot with embarrassment, and some fear, and her own bravery. Madara can’t help but commend it, even as her sleeve almost catches the lip of a small kiln-fired cup and only Mito’s forefinger laid to the side of it prevents it rolling and cracking on the floor. 

The first cup is poured into a mismatched up, not part of the set. Flaws in the enamel, age on the painted lip, steam rising from perfectly clear tea without silt or stray leaf. It comes as no surprise to Madara when the girl bows her head low, almost beneath the level of the table, and puts her hands to the sides of the additional cup to drink from it first. It does come as something of a shock when Tobirama reaches forward, takes that humble servant’s cup and drinks of it without a word said, without a flicker of expression as the girl’s face passes through alarm and confusion and through to some tentative hope. Madara watches as Tobirama’s throat works, long and white, and Mito’s earrings catch a ray of sun as she tilts her head incrementally. 

“It’s good,” Tobirama says, low and rough. There’s nothing particularly warm in her voice - but it’s not unkind. “My thanks for your hospitality.” 

She didn’t think Tobirama capable of - rather, interested in diplomacy. Unless, it seems, the kind in which Tobirama can take the shame of a serving girl into her own hands and set it away, accept an apology quite literally into her mouth and demonstrate a perhaps unwarranted trust. 

She’s almost….she prods at the feeling that takes her when she looks at Tobirama, sitting cross-legged and studying the surface of the table as the teahouse slowly regains the faint trickle of conversation. Turns it over, and inspects it to realise that yes - she is impressed. Almost. It was a generous thing to do. 

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i will exaggerate their height difference without a care