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Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

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"I'm more than willing to die"

“No, you’re not going to die. Not if I can help it.”

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“Don’t call me son."

“Oh... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend...”

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“ domestic life was never quite my style. ”

“It’s hard to imagine you leading a domestic life, anyways.”

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Hamilton Act 1 Lyric Starters

“What’s your name, man?”

“My name is __________ and there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait.”

“In New York you can be a new man.”

“Pardon me. Are you _____ _____, sir?”

“You punched the bursar.”

“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.”

“God, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for.”

“While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice.”

“Talk less, smile more.”

“Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

“Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.”

“If you stand for nothing, ______, what’ll you fall for?”

“I am not throwing away my shot!”

“Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me.”

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

“When our children tell our story they’ll tell the story of tonight.”

“Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!”

“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”

“They’re playing a dangerous game.”

“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”

“Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk.”

“I’ll love you till my dying days.”

“When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.”

“If they tell my story I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or rise up.”

“How can I keep leading when the people I’m leading keep retreating?”

“I was just like you when I was younger, head full of fantasies of dyin’ like a martyr.”

“Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder.”

“But what do we have in common? We’re reliable with the ladies!”

“Boy you got me helpless.” 

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.”

“I’m about to change your life.”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.”

“I’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him.”

“I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.”

“When you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name.”

“You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.”

“You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.”

“So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level! What the hell is the catch?”

“He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give it a chance.”

“I know my sister like I know my own mind.”

“Well, I heard you’ve got a special someone on the side, ____.”

“If you love this woman, go get her! What are you waiting for?”

“I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away.”

“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”

“Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”

“If there’s a reason I’m still alive, when everyone who loves me has died I’m willing to wait for it.”

“I am the one thing in life I can control.”

“Life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there’s a reason I’m still alive when so many have died, then I’m willin’ to wait for it.”

“Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong.”

“I can’t disobey direct orders.”

“Don’t call me son.”

“You could die and we need you alive.”

“I’m more than willing to die.”

“Look at where you are, look at where you started. The fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.”

“I led my men straight into a massacre, I witnessed their deaths firsthand.”

“History has its eyes on you.”

“And just like that, it’s over. We tend to our wounded, we count our dead.”

“Domestic life was never quite my style.”

“I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”

“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”

Act 2 Starters

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| We made it okay! o/ |

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| Hello friends! Sorry for my absence - I’m actually going to be moving to another state here in about 6 days, so until I get settled in at the new place and all, I’m putting the blog on a semi-hiatus, but I should be back by the end of the month. See you then! o/ |

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Hashirama is twenty by the time he would truly begin to understand that he couldn’t do this alone.

He is twenty and yet, compared to a brother a year younger than him, has achieved little more than a mastery of his gift of the Mokuton and the title of leader of the Senju clan. He is well known for his combat prowess and ability to lead his people, and… a little more infamously, within his own clan, for the people he’s bedded. He is not by any means an innocent man, regardless of how he may act. It’s accurate to say that Hashirama has no shortage of people willing to warm his bed should he wish it. That isn’t a secret he really tried to keep. There are no secrets with so many shinobi around, after all.

To him, it doesn’t compare to his brother, who is known as the fastest shinobi alive, or who has created technique after technique. It doesn’t compare to the fact that he is known for his ‘realism’, for his better sense of judgement. He’s fairly sure the only thing that can be compared is their skill in battle. Which is sad, given all that Hashirama wants anymore is peace. He wants to be known for ending this bloody war, for bringing peace and order to the clans and uniting them, not for all the different ways he can kill a man, or the opponents he’s bested.

If only he had Madara to help him, still. But instead, Madara is his biggest obstacle, one he would have to get around before he can achieve that.

And in order to do that... Hashirama, yet again, needs help.

So for once, he pays his younger brother a visit. There is an interesting dynamic between them - Hashirama is charismatic, but lacks knowledge; Tobirama is the exact opposite. As such, when knowledge is required, Hashirama goes to his brother. Perhaps this didn’t exactly require too much knowledge, just common sense, but he wants an opinion, one he’s sure Tobirama is the most qualified to give.

He doesn’t want to be a bother, but he does need to talk about this at some point, so as he starts off towards the fields, he hopes Tobirama won’t be busy.

At nineteen, Tobirama is a far cry from the affectionate, love-and-companionship-starved boy that he was. At nineteen, he is scarred, in pieces, prone to silences that are as deep and unfathomable as his oceanic chakra, keeping to himself in his downtime, cloistered in the house he shares with Hashirama, curled up in a room or near the irori, plied with a book or scrolls. The wounds on his face are deep trenches that not even Hashirama could heal at the time; carved by his own father, to remind him that for shinobi, failure is not an option, that death in the battlefield is better to go home shamed. He embraces these scars; they make him look like a monster, coupled with his happuri and his royal blue oyoroi and his fur collar besides. 

At nineteen, Tobirama has willingly dragged himself into an adulterous affair with a civilian schoolteacher, something that ended in the woman’s parricidal death at the hands of her slighted husband, and the husband killed himself afterward. Tobirama had not since returned to that town. At nineteen, Tobirama is hailed as the fastest shinobi of his time, a genius, having created close to a thousand techniques now, and still creating, and creating, and creating, his brain seemingly on eternal overdrive. He is among the very scarce few who can create water dragons with no water source, one who could dessicate two squadrons where they stand, draining their bodies of blood or water or both, formidable in combat as his brother is, and as Madara Uchiha is. 

He has considerable political clout in the Senju nowadays, borne only because the clan inevitably turns to him to provide a touch of realism to his brother’s radical ideas– to make the dreams of a madman more bearable and more realistic. He would be a close political rival to his brother if Tobirama put his mind to it, but he has never liked people, and would not lead them unless he had no other choice. 

A choice existed– and that was Hashirama, and so Tobirama can keep to himself when his ‘touch of realism and pragmatism’ is not needed.

Today Tobirama is out in the fields, awake before sunrise peeks in from the eastern mountains, and he works the plow pulled by the water buffalo through the rice paddies he and Hashirama inherited from their parents. While his brother is busy adjusting to his new position as clan leader, Tobirama is busy being a farmer, up to his shins in the soft, fertile dark mud, working. 

He takes a break, pats the water buffalo on the muzzle, the animal giving a fond snort and leaning its great horns into his cool touch.

“Let’s give you a bath,” Tobirama murmurs quietly to the hardy animal of work and toil. “After this, a bath, hmm? You’d like that, huh? Yes? Good.”

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There are artists who can do two kinds of art: wonderful and perfect…

東雲色 is one of them

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        we’ll destroy worlds and universes together.

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Kiss![doesnt feel bad nope]

Kiss on the nose: You make me happyKiss on the cheek: Platonic love/Friendship/AttractionKiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have me

There’s a part of him that’s nervous about this with Madara, unsure of how he’d feel about it, but he takes his chances. He places a kiss to the bridge of his nose, softly, and then another to his cheek. He takes his hand somewhere in the process and another kiss is pressed there to the Uchiha’s gloved palm before he’s done.

He tops it all off with a smile. He’ll let his friend interpret the kiss to his cheek however he wants to, for now.

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‘Kiss’

Kiss over the wrist: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractiveKiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have meKiss on the fingertips: I care about youKiss on the lips: Romantic love/Attraction

Hashirama is gentle when he takes her hand at the first moment of privacy they get, and the first bit of skin his lips meet is her wrist, where he can feel her pulse ever so lightly. The next kiss is pressed into the palm of her hand, and then the tips of her fingers. He’s smiling as he entwines his fingers with hers and lets their hands fall back to their side.

He would steal a kiss from her lips before he was done, resting his forehead against hers, whispering a soft ‘I love you.’

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kiss

Kiss on the forehead:Parental/Familial love

It has been a long time since he’s shown any kind of care for his last remaining brother, but Hashirama conveniently forgets how they’ve been growing apart for years for this one little action, ruffling his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead, like he did back when he was still very little.

Hashirama doesn’t stick around for his brother’s reaction to the rare affection, fully expecting it to be not entirely positive, but he’s smiling.

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Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will kiss yours somewhere according to their feelings for your muse!

Touching Meme: Kiss Addition!

Kiss on the forehead: Parental/Familial love

Kiss on the eyelids: You make me sad/Upset

Kiss on the nose: You make me happy

Kiss on the cheek: Platonic love/Friendship/Attraction

Kiss on the lips: Romantic love/Attraction

Kiss on the neck: I want you/You are mine

Kiss over the heart: I am connected to you

Kiss over the wrist: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive

Kiss over the back of the hand: Respect/Admiration/Reverence

Kiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have me

Kiss on the knuckles: Protectiveness

Kiss on the fingertips: I care about you

Kiss on the nails: I want to hurt you/You've hurt me

Kiss on the stomach: Sexual attraction/Desire

Kiss on the knees: I want to support you

Kiss on the feet: Fealty/Loyalty/Servitude/Submission

Almost kiss: Interest/Curiosity

No kiss: Indifference/I don’t know you

Bite: Dislike/Hate/Resentment/Enmity