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Tbrm.... born to be a bride, forced to be a ninja warrior 😔✊🏻

if only izuna had lived, then he could've been both 😔

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Pining days piece from the late anbu days

Kks: [gasp]......... [I actually fell /asleep/ asleep] Already done with the morning circuit? Gai: Duh, it's 10am

Welcome back, rival. Kks: Yo..... Here. Gai: For me? Kks: I saw it at a stand and thought of you... I didn't wake you did I? Gai: Nah, once i know it was you, I fell back asleep instantly. Trying to get a jump on challenging me? Kks: No. sicko

Gai: Ah, I did almost step on your head when I got up to pee. Kks: [chuckle] YEOW! Gai: Your feet look nasty. You should soak in my tub at least. I have a few errands today. However, I can't leave my eternal rival in this state! Help yourself to any med supplies while I'm out! There's a meal for you as well. Take it easy, ok? I'll return soon!

Kks: If I'm not shitting my brains out all day. Gai: THEN DON'T EAT IT! LIKE I CARE! See you

Kks: Thanks, Gai

Gai: REST!

Kks: He's busy. I should go soon... Genma: Oi, go see gai if you can. Shocker, he misses you. Gai: hmm! He did stay. Out cold.

Gai: AAA!! Kks: I thought you were always on guard?? Gai: You are the WORST GUEST [both laughing]

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do you have tobiizu recs? i feel as though i’ve read them all 😔

i've been slowly working on a tobiizu rec list and its not done yet tbh. here's what it is so far!

Fanfics that are explicitly tobiizu:

Ghost marriage is a collection of multiple fics where tobirama gets haunted by izuna, gets driven a little bit crazy, and then talked into marrying him. And goes on to a life of wedded bliss that’s only mostly insane. Madara is there and also crazy. Izuna is having the time of his (un)life. Really delightful read with a surprisingly happy ending. The whole relationship has a haunting vibe to it that’s really enjoyable to read.

bloodline thieves is not tobiizu in the first part, but it does become tobiizu eventually. personally the vibe is there from the start to me and it's a fun read on its own. you get tobirama whump AND izuna feeling weird about him!

To dwell inside a hearthfire heart: blessed au! Worldbuilding! Izuna’s life getting saved twiceover! Izuna being a smug little rat! Tobirama and the “if peace is possible,i’m allowed to find izuna extremely sexy” pipeline! Such a good read.

Unthreading the needle is a slow burn on tobirama and izuna realizing they view each other as ‘people’ and perhaps….people they….like? Delightfully, the slowburn starts with their marriage (When they’re both convinced the other one is a monster) and they take a good long while the get anywhere from there. Izuna is deeply possessive without noticing it; tobirama has many deeprooted biases that she rationalizes as logical. My favorite plot thread within it is that izuna is, to some extent, a service top, and he spends the first 3/4th of the fic being denied the ability to service.

Death do us part: matrimony! Murder attempts! Matriomony-vibes for the murder attempts! Murderous vibes for the matrimony! Divorce is OFF the table! Izuna and the consequences of his own actions! 

A soft green glow: tobirama saves izuna’s life, and they are both so bitchy about it the entire time. This is a compliment. Izuna’s perspective while dying is so funny & tobiramas put-upon annoyance just adds to the fun. Love that tobirama never underestimates izuna throughout. Love when tobirama starts dragging izuna’s body, unwillingly to risk any of the more romantic ways to carry him.

Don’t give up the ghost allows for izuna and tobirama to slowly come around to the idea of eachother, ending up somewhere close to “old married couple”. Izuna is, of course, dead the entire time.

Footprints in the snow: the author is kind enough to skip the slowburn setup and give us the “Finally they get together” stage. Tobiizu had an arranged marriage, both fell in love, and took far too long to realize it was mutual. 

Gift horse: Tobirama saves izuna’s life in a moment of strategic diplomacy. Izuna cannot help but be a little bit wooed. Favorite line: tobirama would be the wife.

Can’t seem to shut my eyes: a collection of short light-hearted tobiizu fics, all of which are a fun time.my favorite is kagami’s fan :) 

there are also, of course, all my of my tobiizu fanfics (shameless plug) that if you leave nice comments on perhaps i will feel inspired to work on new ones. Perhaps if you leave nice comments on all of these tobiizu fics i’m linking more authors will feel compelled to write more. 

My fics: knifepoint , trouble brewing, powerplay, will you come into my parlor

gen fanfics that are not tobiizu but you can very easily imagine become tobiizu (or at the very least do not outright reject the possibility):

eyestealer is a delightful romp mostly about hashirama & tobiramas brotherly relationship, but it absolutely includes lots of opening for tobiizu and the author tagged it as open to a tobiizu interpretation. my favorite bit is the exchange izuna and madara have by the river, in which the audience knows what they do not- and what an eavesdropping hashirama fails to piece together.

Hide & seek: We don’t get izuna’s perspective directly, but a blessed au is always ripe for imagining and the worldbuilding on this one is SO fun. The implications that izuna is religiously-minded and struggling with the situation immensely really adds to the potential.

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i'll add a disclaimer that i don't have access to most of the chinese & japanese tobiizu fan creations bc they're primarily on twitter, which i do not have and refuse to get. if you do have twitter you can probably find a lot of cool tobiizu there and i will be very jealous of you (Except for the fact that you are suffering the existence of twitter to see it).

pixiv has lots of amazing art, and you can mostly understand what's happening in the comics even if you can't understand the language. i love this comic were birdboy izuna breaks tobiramas wing and then takes care of him. artists on the platform tend to do "dump posts" so you'll have to scroll past other ships/general fanart to get to the izutobi stuff, but it's worth it! that's how you get great stuff like this izuna upskirt photographing tobirama. and remember on pixiv that the name order is important! tobi/izu is top tobirama and izu/tobi is top izuna on there :)

you should also check out (and comment on!) all the comics slurmdog's made, especially since we have another longer project in the works :) library comic, bravest knight, multi-part comic "Cheaters never prosper"

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Even then, Han Sooyoung wanted to tell him.

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didi ever post about the last porn i wrote? go read it.

powerplay on a03, definitely check all the tags first.

Izuna poisons Tobirama with something that immobilizes him almost entirely, intending to search him for an important scroll and then kill him. Then he gets a little too into the search, and decides a detour for sex is no big deal. It's not like Tobirama's going to survive long enough to tattle, right?

Izuna pokes and prods at Tobirama’s body, running hands up and down his sides in search of some kind of trick. He rests a hand on Tobirama’s stomach, and feels about it for a lump in case Tobirama’s swallowed it. His hand drags up, rests on Tobirama’s throat, checking there as well. It shortens Tobirama’s breath, and Izuna takes a moment in that before moving on to Tobirama’s mouth.

He pries it open, inspecting it visually, and then with his fingers. He prods at his teeth, at his tongue, at the back of his throat. No gagging, Tobirama’s too drugged for that, but breathing grows difficult around the obstruction. Izuna’s hand withdraws, sticky-wet, and he wipes it off on Tobirama’s chest. His expression is- difficult to comprehend, in the dim light the moon affords and the limitations of Tobirama’s sightlines. He assumes disgust, based on circumstance alone.

He flips Tobirama over, none too delicate, and clambers on top to continue his inspection. Drags his hands along his back, right over the sealing tattoo without a thought to its existence. Tobirama takes vicious delight in that, and then-

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Rasa’s genes run deeper than they care to admit…

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Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*

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Ah! I logged on tonight to a slew of notifications! Thank you for all the kind words, everyone, and I'm sorry to subject you all to my grammatically incoherent drunk ramblings! The timing on this is actually crazy because I've been slowly cleaning this one up to be a proper fic and have finally come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to tackle in chapters rather than in one fell swoop.

Chapter 1 is now up if anyone wants to follow along: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64294804/chapters/165038707

Either way--thanks for the encouragement!

I blame @elhnrt for talking about clone fucking so much recently, but the idea of pre-peace Tobirama , late bloomer that he is, being so isolated from his peers at that point—for both his status as clan heir and also his own awkwardness from lack of proper socialization and general inability to people correctly—that he definitely got through his awkward early sexual experiences with the help of a shadow clone.

The amount of embarrassment that Tobirama must feel when looking back at at those fumbling nights hidden within the walls of his own bedroom, sealed and trapped like an iron fortress as Tobirama's shaking hands ran through the needed string of handsigns the very first time he summoned a perfect clone of himself. How hot he must flush at the memory of how hard his heart had pounded then, gazing upon his own nervous countenance. Even knowing that the body across from him was only a false--if convincing--copy of himself, and that only he would know what had transpired by the end of the night, hadn't prevented the burning shame from sweeping through Tobirama at the thought of anyone discovering the awkward genius using his own revolutionary technique to do something so base. So shameless. So perverted.

The perspective that time had granted Tobirama only furthered the deep well of embarrassment that threatens to drown him whenever it crosses his mind. And yet--he’s so stupidly grateful that no one else remembers the way that once his trembling hand had managed to cross the distance that separated him from himself the carefully brushes of fingers had quickly turned to claws as he and his shadow clone clung to one another.

He still doesn't know which one of them made that high pitched whine when their lips finally made contact with one another--Shaking breaths that had tickled his face were quickly stolen as mouths opened and an identical tongue slipped its way inside to slide against his own-- only that it had set his ears wringing and had him pushing bodily further into his clone. Remembers with lightning clarity how his heart had fluttered at the sensation of sturdiness from his clone as their ribs pressed against and fell up and down against one another to the rhythm of their heaving breaths. Inexperience made it so neither could go long kissing before they needed to break away to breath, but eagerness kept their faces pressed close, drool and humid breaths pooling in the scant space between them before one would surge forward to tangle their tongues once again.

Some days he wishes he could forget the surge of warmth that had flooded his chest and made the tips of his finger tingle --the sensation caused equally from the sense of pride he always got seeing one of his own inventions performing well under field conditions, as well as the sensation of his clones thigh pressing in tight against the V of Tobirama's own legs, sending his hips skittering. Even in the midst of the lewdest act he had ever done at that point in his life, that feeling of pride had felt too self-masturbatory.

From there, what ragged remains of his dignity that Tobirama had held onto flew out the window as he gorged himself shameless on the human contact. So hungry for it that at the time it didn't matter that it came in the form of himself. Just that someone was finally touching him.

He would rather suffer through two broken arms and Hashirama's overbearing care again than acknowledge to anyone else how desperate and needy he had become once he finally let loose the tight leash he typically kept on himself. Would slit his own throat before he would ever admit that he had cried through most of that first night. At first from the sheer emotion at feeling another warm body pressed up tight and willing against him, and then later due to the overstimulation. Not that the slight pain and oversensitive nerve endings had kept him or his clone from hitching their hips against whatever skin they could reach of one another. Even as tears mixed with sweat and the other bodily fluids they had become coated in over the course of the night, coming dry and unable to get hard besides, Tobirama hadn't been able to stop chasing any sensation he could get. Chakra exhaustion, more than a conscious choice had ended that first experience. Tobirama remembers being grateful that he had the wherewithal to wait until Hashirama was on a month long diplomatic mission to Uzisho to undergo this experiment, unsure if the silencing seals he had laid were sufficient for the level of noise he had achieved before he passes out in the mess that he had made his bed.

Of course, once time had passed and the experience wasn't so...overwhelming and all-consuming, Tobirama found the shame mounting even higher after each repeated dalliance. And as Hashirama began to lean on Tobirama more and more as his plans to usurp Butsuma as clan head and seed the possibility of peace wiht Madara began in earnest, Tobirama found himself summoning his clone for such shameful purposes less and less.

Until, suddenly, it had been years since he had engaged in such an embarrassing display. Long enough that peace had come and through a staggering amount of will power and paperwork, Konoha had left the combined dreamworld of Hashirama and Madara and become reality.

Which is why Madara's sudden request to have Tobirama fulfill a fantasy of his by Tobirama making out with his own shadow clone while Madara watches is sending him absolutely spiraling as those memories come flooding back with a vengeance.

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I blame @elhnrt for talking about clone fucking so much recently, but the idea of pre-peace Tobirama , late bloomer that he is, being so isolated from his peers at that point—for both his status as clan heir and also his own awkwardness from lack of proper socialization and general inability to people correctly—that he definitely got through his awkward early sexual experiences with the help of a shadow clone.

The amount of embarrassment that Tobirama must feel when looking back at at those fumbling nights hidden within the walls of his own bedroom, sealed and trapped like an iron fortress as Tobirama's shaking hands ran through the needed string of handsigns the very first time he summoned a perfect clone of himself. How hot he must flush at the memory of how hard his heart had pounded then, gazing upon his own nervous countenance. Even knowing that the body across from him was only a false--if convincing--copy of himself, and that only he would know what had transpired by the end of the night, hadn't prevented the burning shame from sweeping through Tobirama at the thought of anyone discovering the awkward genius using his own revolutionary technique to do something so base. So shameless. So perverted.

The perspective that time had granted Tobirama only furthered the deep well of embarrassment that threatens to drown him whenever it crosses his mind. And yet--he’s so stupidly grateful that no one else remembers the way that once his trembling hand had managed to cross the distance that separated him from himself the carefully brushes of fingers had quickly turned to claws as he and his shadow clone clung to one another.

He still doesn't know which one of them made that high pitched whine when their lips finally made contact with one another--Shaking breaths that had tickled his face were quickly stolen as mouths opened and an identical tongue slipped its way inside to slide against his own-- only that it had set his ears wringing and had him pushing bodily further into his clone. Remembers with lightning clarity how his heart had fluttered at the sensation of sturdiness from his clone as their ribs pressed against and fell up and down against one another to the rhythm of their heaving breaths. Inexperience made it so neither could go long kissing before they needed to break away to breath, but eagerness kept their faces pressed close, drool and humid breaths pooling in the scant space between them before one would surge forward to tangle their tongues once again.

Some days he wishes he could forget the surge of warmth that had flooded his chest and made the tips of his finger tingle --the sensation caused equally from the sense of pride he always got seeing one of his own inventions performing well under field conditions, as well as the sensation of his clones thigh pressing in tight against the V of Tobirama's own legs, sending his hips skittering. Even in the midst of the lewdest act he had ever done at that point in his life, that feeling of pride had felt too self-masturbatory.

From there, what ragged remains of his dignity that Tobirama had held onto flew out the window as he gorged himself shameless on the human contact. So hungry for it that at the time it didn't matter that it came in the form of himself. Just that someone was finally touching him.

He would rather suffer through two broken arms and Hashirama's overbearing care again than acknowledge to anyone else how desperate and needy he had become once he finally let loose the tight leash he typically kept on himself. Would slit his own throat before he would ever admit that he had cried through most of that first night. At first from the sheer emotion at feeling another warm body pressed up tight and willing against him, and then later due to the overstimulation. Not that the slight pain and oversensitive nerve endings had kept him or his clone from hitching their hips against whatever skin they could reach of one another. Even as tears mixed with sweat and the other bodily fluids they had become coated in over the course of the night, coming dry and unable to get hard besides, Tobirama hadn't been able to stop chasing any sensation he could get. Chakra exhaustion, more than a conscious choice had ended that first experience. Tobirama remembers being grateful that he had the wherewithal to wait until Hashirama was on a month long diplomatic mission to Uzisho to undergo this experiment, unsure if the silencing seals he had laid were sufficient for the level of noise he had achieved before he passes out in the mess that he had made his bed.

Of course, once time had passed and the experience wasn't so...overwhelming and all-consuming, Tobirama found the shame mounting even higher after each repeated dalliance. And as Hashirama began to lean on Tobirama more and more as his plans to usurp Butsuma as clan head and seed the possibility of peace wiht Madara began in earnest, Tobirama found himself summoning his clone for such shameful purposes less and less.

Until, suddenly, it had been years since he had engaged in such an embarrassing display. Long enough that peace had come and through a staggering amount of will power and paperwork, Konoha had left the combined dreamworld of Hashirama and Madara and become reality.

Which is why Madara's sudden request to have Tobirama fulfill a fantasy of his by Tobirama making out with his own shadow clone while Madara watches is sending him absolutely spiraling as those memories come flooding back with a vengeance.

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Here’s SWEETROCK, the 24 hour comic I drew this year!

PS: if you liked this, there’s a whole book of these comics available now!

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modern au where izuna is in a tragic accident and it puts him in a coma and tobirama is like sweet, a way to practice friendship. because tobirama has absolutely zero friends except his brother, who's been pissed at him for over a year. so- he needs the practice.

so every day he goes in to visit and he changes out the flowers at izunas bedside and fixes the sheets and updates him in what's been happening while he's in the coma. with all the tact he has, which is very little.

tobirama: hello izuna. class went well today. you would've liked the chemistry lesson. your cousin hikaku broke down crying behind the school because he misses you. your other cousin obito called me a slur when he noticed i saw this and then he chased me down and shoved my head into a toilet. the cafeteria was serving cold rice again at lunch. this concludes my report. get well soon.

what tobirama is unaware of is that this is the kind of coma that izuna is actually largely aware of whats happening around him, he just can't respond or move in any way. so he knows about tobiramas daily visits and updates and weird attempts at friendship. (tobirama's consistant reports on class lessons actually means when he wakes up, he doesn't need to do too much to catch up on work.)

so when izuna finally wakes up, he decides to do his own crazy move- to lie that they've always been friends, actually. best friends. joined at the hip practically. tobirama assumes this is some kind of brain damage situation but gleefully takes the opportunity to have a friend. izuna uses the justification of them being lifelong friends to violate a number of boundaries and behave in completely inappropriate ways.

madara also assumes this is some kind of brain damage consequence and considers tobirama an evil blight on his brother's life that must be vanquished. he keeps desperately trying to prove that they didn't get along before izuna's coma, but izuna just keeps making up loopholes and excuses to disprove his evidence.

eventually izuna tearfully confesses that madara is right, there's no physical proof of their lifelong friendship....because he himself destroyed it all! he and tobirama were/are actually boyfriends, see, but he was so worried that his brother would be homophobic about it that he never kept proof of their relationship! his close call with death has made him realize the importance of treasuring the time he has with tobirama, even if.... (loud sob) even if madara is being even MORE homophobic about this than he had once feared.....(Sob)

madara: oh. uh. i. uh

hashirama: madara.....how could you.....

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more aus should make use of the fact that izuna apparently looks nearly identical to sasuke, and that sasuke is in-universe treated like the worlds sexiest person alive.

izuna should have a founders-era fanclub. there should be senju with izuna merch contraband during the war. madara should get arranged marriage requests on the daily. konoha ends up three times bigger in an au where izuna doesn't die because clans keep joining in the hopes of getting to marry him

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It’s been the busy season at work but I have plans for more fanfic —hopefully I’ll be able to emerge from hibernation soon 🙏🏽

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@justsomeoneunordinary it's quite an old comic, and I actually have a script of the second part somewhere in my notes, ahah. But here you go.

I want you to know that they're both in Hashirama's haori.

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Plot Bunny Daycare:

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