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Very long kakashi headcanon bc the gremlin piloting my brain says I have to tell everyone.

“TOBIRAMA IS KAKASHI’S GRANDPA!” I scream as they drag me into a padded white room. “But what about when kakashi got the sharingan why didn’t it turn into a rinnegan?-“ idk okay? I’m having a plot hole. Just as a treat. Kishimoto always gets to have them but why can’t I? Maybe it’s because he’s only a quarter Senju?? Don’t look too much into it.

I do have a hatake oc that’s kakashis grandmother which ik lots of people don’t like ocs so I’ll try to get this hc out without my bias for her coming in.

Imagine tobirama who didn’t want to get with a woman (I hc him as gay but you can take it as him being on the aroace spectrum or just him liking his work too much idk) but wants a kid/kids so bad, so he takes up a team. He loves his team and the other kids he ends up taking on but he wants something more.

He can’t just ask a woman to bare him a child and then expect her to leave them, he wouldn’t do that to someone. With his brother still in office, he gets with a hatake woman, who doesn’t want to be with a man but also wants a child. They have sakumo, but war is increasing and tensions are getting higher within the nations and tobirama barely sees his son. It tears him apart and only gets worse with his brothers passing and then his nephew and his wife’s passing.

Nobody besides Mito knows that the 5yo little hatake boy is his, and he doesn’t plan on letting anyone know. Hashirama and his nephew and his wife knew but. Dead men tell no tales. Shortly after he becomes hokage he is sent off to the mission that would kill him. Sakumo and his mother grieve. Sakumo knew that man was his dad even though he didn’t see him much, he knew that his dad loved him very much.

Tsunade is 7 and while she’s smart, she still can’t figure out why this boy her age and his mother are suddenly around more often. Sure she knew that her grandma was friends with the hatake woman and so was her great uncle and grandpa and she was okay friends with sakumo but why was he around her and Mito’s house more and more? If this was an attempt at forcing her and nawaki to make more friends, it wasn’t very good since the boy didn’t talk much.

Sakumo’s mother dies. She dies when he is 8 and while he’s a chunin, he still feels like he needs his mother. She dies on a mission and sakumo can’t help but feel like a lost toddler in a store. Mito uzumaki, the great woman she is, invites him into her house like she has with his mother and him many times before.

Sakumo grows up around the sanin, nawaki and mito uzumaki. He grows up to the conquer battle fields. He meets a lovely woman and she has his son. Of course like how it always goes, she dies. She dies during child birth and while he is torn up, he now has a beautiful son.

Sakumo dies when kakashi is 5, keeping the secret of who his father is. When kakashi grows up, he isn’t curious. He knows it’s unusual to not have his relatives marked on his papers if they were known. He knows that his father knew who his dad was; he would occasionally bring up the nameless man when kakashi was training, saying how he looked like his grandfather. But he doesn’t care. There isn’t time to lament because he has a genin team.

Kakashi is curious. He’s hokage now and while things aren’t slow persay, a lot of work has been done over the last two years. He’s had time to think and heal. Though maybe that’s because ino, tsunade and Sakura all forced him into therapy. But, kakashi is curious about who his family is. He knows none of them will be alive so he asks Sakura for a blood test. It’s not like he’ll have to deal with any surprise family members.

Kakashi is wrong. Very wrong. He has a very grumpy, scary and blond woman who he knows very well, as his second cousin. He should’ve just stayed curious.

Incorrect naruto alignment charts I made👍

Do these make sense? No. Are these objectively funny to think about? Yes.

in honor of pebbles verse by @secret-engima updating

A meme i put a little too much effort into for @secret-engima's Pebbles verse.

its locked, so you'll need an account to read it.

Guess who found a new rare-pair! (Save me)

Idk how exactly i came to love this ship, but I knew I love Hinata, I love TobiMada, and I love Hinata being loved, and protected (especially by powerful characters👀) so I'm accepting my fate atp🥲✌️

Hashirama: *look of dawning horror* wait. You brought a child to the battle?

Madara: yes? Only as a lookout, though. I know your clan, under your orders, is honorable enough not to kill a child. He’s safe.

Hashirama: you misunderstand. *whips around to Touka* TOUKA. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BROTHER

Madara: what???

Tobirama: *sees child*

Tobirama: *calmly, in a regular even voice* who brought the child?

Hashirama: fuck, he scares me

Tobirama: *picks up kid*

Touka: double fuck

Madara: what is going on?? Why are you freaking out??? Why is the white demon holding my cousin?!?!

Tobirama: ah, he’s your cousin? *hits Madara over the head* well, he’s mine now. No take backs. *leaves with the kid*

Madara:

Hashirama:

Izuna: what the fuck just happened

Touka: Tobi has an adoption problem.

Some MadaTobi for the soul

Bunch of Tobis

Just because the pacifist route is there doesn't mean u gotta choose it.

I am in love with this fanart

happy late birthday, lord 2nd <333

Recently, I realized that this fossil aka my first madatobi one-shot had a few more kudos than I thought… so I scrambled to revamp and flesh this out into something a bit less cringy and more similar to my current style of writing.

MadaTobi Week 2022: Modern AU

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Romantic relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchina Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Obito

Breaking my fandom hiatus to post my entry for @madatobiweek2022

Basically me, coming back to write Tell Me That You Feel It Too qkjflwerjnfkwri

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“The little creature’s tail....tails...tail???”

Me: Did I write how many it had.....??? Opens chapter 9

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“Izuna turned around and grabbed the blanket and—”

Me: Shit, I forgot to make him get the damn blanket, didn’t I? scrolls all the way back

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“Madara’s hair cascaded over his should—”

Me: Welp, I bound it in a ponytail two chapters ago or so puts head in hands

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Extra: ajhdcfjhslkdfjsk I FORGOT MITO’S HAORI

writing multi-chapter fics be like

character: it's like I said-

me, scrolling through to seven chapters ago, muttering under my breath: yeah, what DID you say

👀

Thank you for sending one in 💙 I hope this is fine

Tell Me That You Feel It Too (CH 10)

(snippet of my unfinished draft, Izuna POV, link to the story will be in next post)

“Tobirama?”

Finally, that resulted in a reaction, as the taller of the two startled and rasped out something that sounded like a hum before he tried to shakily stand up.

Promptly the Senju’s legs gave out and Izuna awkwardly made a grab for the other’s midriff, as he still had been kneeling down below; the brunt of the force hitting him square in the face, cracking his neck painfully in the process.

“Shit, gotcha,” the Uchiha grunted out after the Senju’s weight collided into him and he attempted to hold up the body to the best of his abilities. “Come on, I’ll help you back.”

However, Tobirama tried to weakly set himself free, his struggles setting off more body shaking coughs until he was too exhausted to hold himself up any longer, slumping into him even more than before, if that was possible.

Throughout that ordeal Izuna had tightened his grip with a helpless sigh through his nose and steadied his footing as to not fall over.

It was clear that the albino had other things in mind than to go back to the room he had woken up in but Izuna couldn’t let him, not like this.

“I need to go home,” the white haired male rasped out faintly amongst his unrelenting panting.

Izuna sighed more deeply, already feeling drained.

“I know and believe me, when I say that I only brought you here because I had no other choice,” he explained and grimaced in guilt at the almost kicked puppy look the other was sending him, most probably unbeknownst to himself.

Unfortunately, Tobirama persisted and reinvigorated his fruitless struggles.

“I have to get back to work,” his friend demanded next.

“That’s taken care of for now,” Izuna huffed out as the unbelieving Senju continued his tugging with renewed vigor. “You worry too much.”

Unfortunately, his words had no positive effect whatsoever.

The albino must’ve been seriously desperate. Normally the white haired male was much better at realistically assessing situations and whether it made sense to persist or not.

Izuna scowled.

“Stop it, you’re in no condition to go anywhere. Let me help you back inside—damn it—you can’t even stand on your own,” the Uchiha Heir grumbled out in exasperation, worry rising just as fast as his patience was running out.

Geez, could someone please remind him why he had befriended such a blockhead again? It was unfortunate but his family was already overflowing with that type of character trait and now he even chose such a person as his best friend as well.

He rolled his eyes.

Well, it seemed like he would never learn, would he?

The Uchiha suppressed an agonized groan.

To be honest, he had never seen Tobirama in such a sick state and didn’t know how long he would protest. If he was unlucky, they’d be stuck here forever. He could be a real stubborn ass, after all, Izuna thought mostly annoyed.

Maybe a teeny bit fondly, too.

Nobody had to know, though.

When his friend’s almost hopeful and determined face fell as if reading his previous thoughts on the matter, Izuna knew he had won their blessedly short, little struggle. And usually, he would have been happy to have been victorious against the other male in anything but this time he just felt increasingly bad, maybe guilty even.

Of course, he hadn’t anticipated for Madara to have acted as if he didn’t hate or even liked the Senju. But this? He had hoped that his older brother would have kept it together because of the worrying severity of the albino’s illness at the very least.

But that little spectacle a few minutes ago hadn’t been much different than his usual behaviour at the office when Tobirama was actually feeling well enough to stand his ground.

He heaved another sigh.

If this continued, he’d start to feel like one of the always sighing heroines in those romance novels Naori liked to read after she put Kagami to sleep.

1st MdTb sketch ever <3

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A belated MadaTobi birthday story as per new tradition

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fandom: Naruto

Chapters: 1/1

Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

A few additional tags: Mito and Hashirama appear in passing, Modern AU, Madara needs a hug, fluff

Summary:

At last, the door opened after his fourth, very annoyed attempt.

“Hashirama! Who lets their supposed best friend wait this long outside in those freezing temp—“ He startled and threw the sleepily scrunched up, very pale face which greeted him a thoroughly confused look. “You’re not Hashirama.”

“Clearly,” the albino yawned out in amusement as he leaned against the half open door, only to squint at the lights outside on the porch with a scowl.

If Madara weren’t in such distress, he might’ve found it cute even.

A spontaneous collab 💙

I did the lines and @sinyaru did the amazing colouring. Thank you so much for joining me in this piece!

This is my 1st collab and I am so happy that we were able to go through with it! I did the line work part back in July for @madatobiweek for the Week 4 ‘There was only one bed’ prompt and for my story for the same prompt Rude Love  and @sinyaru just recently did the colouring.

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MadaTobi Week 1

“Explain this, Hashirama. Now!” feat. little, grumpy Tobirama because he got caught by the stupid furnace chakra man

MadaTobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU OR Magic AU De-Aging OR Hidden Injury

My first entry in an event 💙 and it’s for @madatobiweek. It’s super nice that it lasts for a whole month this time

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Sketches I made to figure out how to chibi and design in the first place

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1st MdTb sketch ever <3

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A spontaneous collab 💙

I did the lines and @sinyaru did the amazing colouring. Thank you so much for joining me in this piece!

This is my 1st collab and I am so happy that we were able to go through with it! I did the line work part back in July for @madatobiweek for the Week 4 ‘There was only one bed’ prompt and for my story for the same prompt Rude Love  and @sinyaru just recently did the colouring.

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Update:

I posted the next chapter of this story over on AO3

Read Chapter 2 on AO3

Rude Love

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Naruto  

Universe: Modern AU

Relationships:

Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara (main)

Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito (side)

Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama, Senju Itama, Uzumaki Mito

@madatobiweek Week 4: There was only one bed OR Not realizing they are already dating

Summary: 

Summer sun, cool waves, a beautiful beach. Nothing could go wrong on this long awaited, blessed holiday to the sea, right? W r o n g!

Madara should’ve just pushed his best friend off of that cliff they had been playing on as kids when he had the chance.

Read on AO3

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Chapter 01: Something new

Madara startled awake with a curse on his lips when a cheering Hashirama‘s elbow hit the pillow his head had been resting upon but momentarily got distracted by a female speaker announcement.

“—and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and your seatbelt is securely fastened—”

Ah, apparently it was time for their airplane to land. And surely, looking out of the window confirmed it as no clouds were greeting him. Instead, the ground was rapidly closing in on them. 

Turning his head away from the window, he threw Mito—who was sitting on Hashirama‘s right— a tired but bemused look that she promptly returned when her husband started making quiet hooting noises at the bumpy arrival at their destination.

Keep reading

Rude Love

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Naruto  

Universe: Modern AU

Relationships:

Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara (main)

Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito (side)

Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama, Senju Itama, Uzumaki Mito

@madatobiweek Week 4: There was only one bed OR Not realizing they are already dating

Summary: 

Summer sun, cool waves, a beautiful beach. Nothing could go wrong on this long awaited, blessed holiday to the sea, right? W r o n g!

Madara should’ve just pushed his best friend off of that cliff they had been playing on as kids when he had the chance.

Read on AO3

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Chapter 01: Something new

Madara startled awake with a curse on his lips when a cheering Hashirama‘s elbow hit the pillow his head had been resting upon but momentarily got distracted by a female speaker announcement.

“—and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and your seatbelt is securely fastened—”

Ah, apparently it was time for their airplane to land. And surely, looking out of the window confirmed it as no clouds were greeting him. Instead, the ground was rapidly closing in on them. 

Turning his head away from the window, he threw Mito—who was sitting on Hashirama‘s right— a tired but bemused look that she promptly returned when her husband started making quiet hooting noises at the bumpy arrival at their destination.

What a child, he thought fondly as he acknowledged a warm feeling making its way through his body. Though such mushy thoughts were only allowed in the privacy of his mind and were never to be discussed out loud or lest he got made fun of by Izuna or his other siblings.

Looking at his best friend, he sometimes wished he had half as much, well, or maybe only a third of his positivity. At least on his good days.

Though, on second thought, it sounded rather exhausting.

Maybe his slightly more realistic approach to life wasn‘t so bad after all, he mused as said best friend turned around to him with a beaming smile, not even having noticed that he had been the cause of his interrupted sleep in his glee. Returning a sleepy smile, he realized that Hashirama probably was positive enough for both of them. Or rather both of their close families, if he were to be honest.

It still amused him to this day that no sane person would expect this child of a man to be a renowned paediatrician but sometimes people were apparently wrong. Very wrong.

Because jokes aside, fortunately, Hashirama indeed could be serious when his patients and their parents trusted him with the children’s life. And doing so, he tended to them with unmatched enthusiasm and passion.

So all was good, he guessed.

Stretching his stiff muscles through a yawn, he noticed familiar tresses of long, dark hair sticking out from between the gap in the seats in front of him. Zeroing in on it with a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he nimbly stuck his hand through the gap to pull one of the bigger chunks of hair, only to immediately receive a satisfyingly high pitched yelp.

“OUCH! You ass!” Izuna screeched turning his head back around to him and hastily reclaimed all of his hair with a scowl, making Madara huff in amusement.

“Oh please, stop being such a drama quee-” the older of the two started retorting when suddenly his younger brother turned around in his seat somewhat—seatbelt still fastened, making the endeavour pretty awkward looking as he smushed his face between the backrests to make a grab for Madara’s own hair.

“No!” he groused out, leaning away from the squiggly hand. “Stop!”

“Payback‘s a bitch, Nii-san!” the younger Uchiha snarked back, voice muffled by the seat and continued to make grabs for his hair that Madara defended by slapping his grabby hands away.

“Children, please,” Mito‘s exasperated voice suddenly broke through their argument, making both of them stop—Madara crossing his arms while Izuna turned back around and untangled himself from the space between the two seats, arm almost getting stuck in the process.

“I‘m not a child, he is!” Izuna grumbled out as he was facing the right way again, missing the red head‘s amused but quiet laugh.

Wondering why the biggest child of them all hadn‘t joined them in their squabbling and actually kept quiet for once, the Uchiha looked back at Hashirama, noticing that he too had an arm moving, but in the right gap between the seats in front of himself. The Uchiha made a confused sound and nudged the taller man who then looked at him with a questioning smile.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to wake up Tobi and Itama, I saw them asleep when I left for the bathroom a few minutes ago,” the brunette answered with a sunny smile as the Uchiha hummed in acknowledgement as people around them started to get their luggage from the overhead stowage spaces to leave the plane.

Finally exiting the airport‘s sliding doors with their heavy luggage to walk into a metaphorical wall of humidity as the sun tried to roast them alive only made Madara close his eyes in misery. The heat was so much worse than he had anticipated.

Great

To be completely honest, he hadn‘t even wanted to come here in the first place, would have instead preferred a milder, more enjoyable weather for his long-awaited vacation but unfortunately, he had lost in the poll their two families had held to determine what this trip‘s destination would be as everyone except Itama and him had voted for this dreaded hot climate as their travel destination.

Surprisingly even Tobirama—currently dressed in long pants with a long-sleeved sweatshirt‘s hood and a pair of sunglasses covering his face—had wanted to come here.

Whatever, he would make the best of this holiday.

As it was, unfortunately, not all of their siblings had been able to come with them due to scheduling difficulties. However, they had already agreed on another trip in winter when hopefully their schedules would align a bit more smoothly with much more desirable weather, at least for him.

He already looked forward to it.

Something he could live without though, was the planning and scheduling part as arranging things for the six of them had been a logistical nightmare already. What with Itama having to hand his last thesis in the day before while Izuna and Tobirama respectively had to write their exams a few hours before their flight took off.

He himself probably wouldn’t even have been able to take time off on such short notice if his position at work as detective hadn‘t been so high and he himself and his good reputation hadn’t been so well regarded amongst their ranks and—no, he was joking. In reality he still had a few open favours with his boss and promptly used one of them to be able to be here with his family and friends when Hashirama had texted him the booking confirmation.

His boss obviously hadn‘t been too happy. But after Madara had helped out countless of times, sacrificing his free time again and again when needed, raked in so many extra hours, that he had accumulated a lot of those favours. And just to be on the safe side, had tied all loose ends at work in preparation which thankfully had swayed the man to agree in the end.

The Uchiha briefly wondered how Obito and his fellow colleagues were doing before Izuna chatting him up caught his attention.

Next thing he knew, they were leaving their rented cars parked outside an Italian restaurant and taking their seats around a big but crammed table as Hashirama had rejected the friendly personnel’s offer to push two tables together because apparently he wanted to cuddle in this inhumane heat or who knew why tree brain hadn‘t wanted the second table because Madara for sure didn‘t.

Smushed between Izuna and Hashirama, he could already feel the sweat run down his back as he pushed his sunglasses atop his head, tangling up a few strands of hair that he couldn’t care less about at the moment in the process.

“Get anything you want, it‘s on me to celebrate the end of the semester for our three youngest and of course, the start of our amazing holidays together!“ his best friend exclaimed when everyone had received their beverages and toasted all of them, resulting in clinking of glass and various intonations of gratitude amongst them.

After Madara downed his glass in one go and lowered it back on the table with a loud clink, he rummaged through his pockets to find a godforsaken hair tie. His hair was already uncomfortably sticking to the back of his neck. Frowning, he gave up when he came up empty.

Hashirama probably didn‘t have one on hand, as he only tied it for work and Mito used hair pins, which left him with only Izuna who was typing away on one of his social media accounts. Leaning over, he saw a snapshot out of the airplane window.

“Pretty picture.”

Izuna immediately shot him a dubious look.

“Okay. What do you want?” his younger brother asked with an expectant look on his face.

“Can‘t I compliment you without wanting anything?” he asked bemused.

“Oh please,” the other huffed out.

“Alright, whatever. Do you have a hair tie?”

Izuna took a terribly amused look at his horribly mussed up hair. The stupid humidity wasn‘t doing the older Uchiha any favours, making his usually wild hair poof up and stick out in an even crazier mess than usual. He was well aware but the brat didn‘t even try to stifle his derisive snort.

“Yes, but know that this will cost you a third of your dessert,” the little shit haughtily replied as he took a tie out of a bag between them.

“A fifth and you have yourself a deal,” Madara huffed, holding his hand out.

“A fourth and you have to order something I actually like,” Izuna countered, holding out the desired hair tie just out of reach.

“Deal,” he heaved out with a heavy sigh, accepting the cargo and tying up his hair into a messy ponytail, immediate relief flooding him, as the slightly less warm air of the ceiling fan caressed the back of his neck. Much better.

Madara shot his greedy brother and his mostly immaculate hair an annoyed look, when the other happily turned back to continue typing away on his smartphone.

He would need to steal whatever the little shit had used to wrestle his own mane into submission out of his luggage and use it on his hair tomorrow when the other inevitably would still be snoozing away the morning, since he liked to sleep in.

They had the same hair structure, after all, but he wasn‘t willing to pay the unreasonably high price his sibling surely would come up with as soon as he asked him about the product he must‘ve been using to tame their family brand of crazy hair.

Under no circumstances would he walk around like some caveman after today, though.

Right now everyone was still tired and mussed up from their flight, even elegant Mito, so his crazier than usual hair wouldn‘t be noticed too badly.

But starting tomorrow, that excuse wouldn‘t fly anymore, as everyone would attempt to look presentable for the undoubtedly many pictures Hashirama and Izuna would take in the span of their holidays. And seriously, latter didn‘t need even more blackmailing material, as he already had more than enough of that stowed away already.

But more importantly, tomorrow Tobirama wouldn‘t be so exhausted anymore that his head would look like it was ready to loll onto the table.

Seriously, the poor guy looked ready to fall off the chair any minute if it weren‘t for Itama on his left, holding him up in an embrace while happily chatting with him and Izuna squished in on his right, forcing him into a somewhat upright position.

The younger Senju seemed way too tired to even notice much today, belatedly reacting to any verbal or physical stimuli as far as he had seen.

In fact, the exhausted albino probably couldn’t wait until they finished their food and finally drove to the hotel so he could catch up on all of that lost sleep tonight. However, that also meant that the albino‘s sharp eyes would be scrutinizing and analyzing everyone and everything starting with tomorrow, so he needed to look presentable if not a bit nicer than usual at least.

Feeling eyes bore into the side of his head, he inwardly startled at being caught staring, as his eyes slid back over to Izuna who was wiggling his eyebrows and pursing his lips at him in an imitation of a kiss.

“Shut up!” he quietly hissed and shoved at him, hoping no one had noticed the idiot.

“But I‘m not saying anything!” the brat cackled, as he bumped into an unresponsive Tobirama next to him, subsequently rattling Itama who shot them a quick bemused but confused look.

“Just stop it, you ass,” he grumbled out, refraining from hitting his younger brother upside the head to avoid any additional spotlight from the chatting couple by his side to keep the cause of the start of the situation under wraps.

There was no need for Izuna to spout lies about him ogling the light haired man like he had a crush on him or something similarly stupid. Definitely lies. Shut up.

He avoided looking in the albino‘s direction for the rest of their duration at the restaurant, even when Izuna stole more than a fourth of his dessert.

But apparently things were still going too smoothly and the universe wanted to punish him for whatever sins he had accumulated over his life at once because right before they entered their hotel to check in, Hashirama abruptly planted his feet on the searing hot concrete under a palm tree and waved them over.

Oh god, what would this be about?

Judging by the massive grin on his face, it couldn‘t be anything good.

When everyone was situated around him, Hashirama clapped his hands.

“Alright, since we always, well, almost! Since we almost always do the same room distributions, I came up with an idea this time,” he revealed giddily.

“Wait, what?” Madara exclaimed confused as the taller man started rummaging in his pant pocket.

“We‘re drawing straws!“ the idiot exclaimed joyously as he held out a fist of sticks, receiving mixed reactions from everyone around him.

“Please tell me you‘re not serious?“ the oldest Uchiha replied with a sinking feeling.

“Why not?“

“Mito, your wife, is the only female in this group?“ he tried reasoning to no avail.

“Oh yes, that‘s why we‘re sharing a room!“ the stupid tree answered him cheerfully.

And it was that moment that Madara actually took a look at the sticks in his hand and noticed that there were only four of them. Opening his mouth, Hashirama immediately interrupted him.

“Because we booked on such short notice, they only had one room with two single beds, the other two are double beds. Mito and I will take one of those but there‘s still the question of who will get the other two rooms each,“ the older Senju explained with a smile.

“Still, it doesn‘t make any sense why we should draw lots in the first place. I don’t care in what kind of bed I sleep in with Izuna,“ Madara said scowling as he crossed his arms.

“But Itama and Izuna want to try something new and right now you’re the only one not agreeing,” the brunette said pouting.

“You didn’t even give me a heads up— Wait, what? Since when does snowflake agree to your stupid ideas?” he asked, throwing the two Senju brothers in question a confused look. One of them half asleep and not even listening, the other one pouting down at him.

After all, out of the siblings Tobirama was the only one stopping Hashirama’s mischief on a daily basis when things looked like they would get out of hand while the two younger ones loved to indulge in their eldest brother’s silly antics.

“Anija asked him on our way to the airport,” Itama helpfully supplied, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Do you really think that‘s fair? Snowflake has been closer to a walking zombie than a human being!“ he groused out, scowl intensifying.

Tobirama very belatedly pursed his lips in a pout and softly furrowed his brows but didn‘t react any further, making the older Uchiha feel all sorts of fuzzy and mushy things. God no. Trying to not show any emotion besides annoyance on his face was getting harder by the second.

“No offence, but that’s a very underhanded tactic for you, Hashirama. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days,” the older Uchiha accused to hammer in his point.

“But that’s the only way he agreed for once,” the older man admitted with a chuckle.

He zeroed in on Izuna when he too chuckled.

“And since when do you like trying out new things?” Madara accused his sibling.

“Excuse you! I try new things all the time and you would know that if you followed my social media accounts like you said you would!” the younger Uchiha answered scandalized with furrowed brows.

The older Uchiha groaned. Not this again.

“Is it too much to want some fun on this vacation?” Hashirama asked with one of his better renditions of a puppy look directed at him while Tobirama slinked off to sit down next to Mito on a bench not far from them.

Huffing, he shuffled his feet, looking around and tried to think of a way out of this.

Izuna would be his best bet of course. But if he had to share a room with Itama, things would probably get awkward pretty fast as they never had spent time on their own until now. However, Tobirama would be an even worse pick. Not because he had anything against the younger man but because of other things that he didn’t want to think about at the moment.

No, he wouldn’t play Hashirama’s stupid games this time. Why should he? Especially when his idiotic friend easily had taken himself out of the equation. Unfair. He was here to relax and enjoy himself.

Having decided against his best friend’s plea, he looked back to said friend only to freeze at the triumphant look on his face.

Oh no.

“What?”

“Have you forgotten? You owe me!” the idiot exclaimed with a wry grin.

Now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows in incomprehension.

“You lost that bet at our last poker evening weeks ago,” the tan man replied giddily.

Madara’s eyes widened. He was right but he wouldn’t, would he?

“Are you seriously going to waste it on something like that? Hashirama, you wouldn’t, right?” he asked, rubbing his forehead to soothe his growing headache with a grimace.

He knew he was doomed, when three grinning faces met his.

“I absolutely would and I am henceforth officially claiming the favour you owe me!” the childish tree trunk of a man exclaimed laughing in glee, hands on his hips.

Suppressing another groan, Madara felt more sweat trickle down his back. Honestly, he could’ve done worse, he guessed. Hashirama could’ve used the favour to send him off to do much more horrible or embarrassing things. This was absolutely not ideal but whatever. What were the odds of him having to share a room with Tobirama, after all? Two to one against it, not bad at all. And he surely could make it work with Itama, too.

Being already fed up with the situation and the sun searing what felt like holes into his back, he decided that he didn’t care anymore as long as they could go inside soon. Preferably right this instant.

“Fine,” he conceded defeated, receiving surprised looks at his unusually short lived refusal and hooting from Hashirama.

“Alright, youngest first! There’s two short and two long ones,” the excited man exclaimed, holding out his hand with the sticks to Itama after he had shuffled them behind his back. “Don’t reveal them until everyone has a stick!”

When it finally was Madara’s turn, he didn’t have much choice but to accept the remaining stick as the oldest of the four.

“Reveal your sticks on the count of three! One, two, three!” Hashirama exclaimed excited.

Madara blanched when all of them unfurled their fists to showcase each of their picks. Had he seriously ended up with one of the short sticks? Wait, if the other two had the two long ones, that meant that Tobirama and he—

Hashirama clapped him on the shoulder with a huff of laughter.

“Looks like you and Tobi share a room!”

“Wha—”

“Okay, now I need those back and the winner team picks one of two to decide who the winner of the room with the two single beds is,” the older Senju exclaimed.

When Itama picked the longer stick, Madara despaired internally.

How could his luck be this bad? Had he seriously just lost two times in a row? Also wasn’t the looser supposed to get to pick first and—

Wait.

Oh no.

His eyes widened and he paled even more when suddenly the realization hit him that he had to share a double bed with his cru- Tobirama for the upcoming two weeks here.

He was doomed.

Suddenly he didn’t even feel warm anymore.

Sketches I made to figure out how to chibi and design in the first place

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MadaTobi Week 1

“Explain this, Hashirama. Now!” feat. little, grumpy Tobirama because he got caught by the stupid furnace chakra man

MadaTobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU OR Magic AU De-Aging OR Hidden Injury

My first entry in an event 💙 and it’s for @madatobiweek. It’s super nice that it lasts for a whole month this time

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Posting this to motivate myself to finish it

A wip of an entry for @madatobiweek I am currently working on :>

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RHRHFHFHFHCUF oh god, you’re the cutest hnnngg thank you!

1st MdTb sketch ever <3

1st MdTb sketch ever <3

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L O O K. A T. T H I S

Got to draw these for the wonderfully amazing @aurora-nuova!

Got those directly appearing in my head as I was reading her amazing fic "Tell Me That You Feel It Too" on AO3!

Its a beautiful story!!! Go go read it and give her lots of love!!

scientists will get a chance to commit acts of hubris and be like sorry i have to take this