#tbrm-senju

[tbrm-senju]

let any fish who meet my gaze learn the true meaning of fear for i am the harbinger of death

(or whatever that fuckass cap said)

[hewoweens]

some guys with colors

[maphel-n-doodles]

Three Part Series | Good Intentions, Questionable Methods

7.8.24 - 8.4.24

Commissioned by @tinyflyingmoogle who was endlessly patient while these were being finished.

[emporiannee]

i can't remember the last time i did a comic thing so maybe this is incomprehensible lmao. sorry they look different in every panel!

anyway i think it'd be funny if tobirama basically developed the edo tensei without hashirama knowing about it but at some point he was like 'hmm....this is probably bad.'and so he sets up a thirty minute presentation about the existence and function of the edo tensei and also why he is now going to ban it. For the entire duration, Hashirama is just thinking '...you did what now' but tobirama does not notice. he is so pleased bc he thinks he's doing such a good job at ethics! but really he kinda sucks at morals and ethics so his main measure is just thinking 'what would senju butsuma do' then trying to do the opposite and also whether or not hashirama yells at him or not.

[iznlover]

“Izuna.”

Seconds pass. Nothing. Tobirama tries again.

“Izuna, are you asleep?”

Izuna isn’t. He simply faces away from Tobirama, too lazy to answer. The day had been exhausting. “Hm.”

In the dim light Tobirama lifts an eyebrow. “I know you’re not sleeping. You snore like hell.”

“What do you want,” Izuna whines.

“It’s cold.”

“I know. I’m next to you.” He settles deeper in his pillow.

“Can’t you do something about it?”

“What am I, a heating machine?”

A pause. “Izuna. Please.”

Izuna sighs. He really can’t remember the last time Tobirama has asked anything of him, mission or not. He lifts the blanket. “Come here.”

“Thank you.” Tobirama presses against his back and rests his arm on Izuna’s waist. Izuna takes his hand and puts it higher on his chest until Tobirama is properly wrapped around him. He focuses on their hands. He’s never done that before. Izuna starts heating chakra and slowly, gently diffusing it in Tobirama’s chakra paths, mixing it with his own. It feels strange and particularly intimate, but Tobirama had healed him countless times. It couldn’t be that different, right? Right?

Except that it’s nothing alike. For Tobirama, Izuna’s chakra isn’t only warm, it’s also strangely relaxing, like a wave that un-tenses his muscles one by one. He can feel his body getting heavier on the mattress, around Izuna. Is this some sort of jutsu? No it’s not, Izuna would’ve warned him before. It’s only chakra. Izuna’s chakra. Instinctively, it makes him want to hold Izuna closer.

“So Tobirama Senju is a cuddler? You know, if you wanted to spoon you could’ve just asked.”

There’s a smile in his voice that tells Tobirama he’s never gonna hear the end of it. “Technically, you did. There was no need for this. You could’ve done it holding my hand only.”

“I didn’t want to move.” And then: “Please try to be normal about it,” he teases, “I wouldn’t like you to make things weird between us.”

“It’s cold. You’re warm. That’s it.”

But then he shifts and Izuna knows this is going to be complicated, because Tobirama’s nose rubs just behind Izuna’s ear, and he apparently decides that it’s a great spot to fall asleep on, and each time Tobirama breathes out or talks it falls warm on Izuna’s neck, which can be manageable if Tobirama stops talking but-

“There’s a beauty mark on your neck.” God knows why this is the place and time Tobirama chose to be talkative.

Izuna takes a deep breath. “I know. It’s my neck, I know what’s on it.”

“I hope you protect it from the sun. It can be dangerous for your skin.”

“I know that too.”

Tobirama has heard Uchiha villagers saying Izuna has a beautiful neck. Which honestly Tobirama didn’t understand at first. A neck is a neck. But then he got multiple occasions to see Izuna without his high collar, and even if he can’t really explain it, he kind of gets the appeal now.

“It looks like you’re liking this a lot,” Tobirama whispers, and Izuna’s eyes open wide.

“What are you even talking about.”

“The goosebumps you get when I talk,” he says casually. He marks a pause as if to prove a point. “I didn’t know your neck was sensible.”

Izuna is about to lose it. So he’s been doing that on purpose. Tobirama is so, so dead. “It’s too dark. You can’t see goosebumps right now.” Not without a sharingan anyway.

“But I feel your heartbeat.”

“So what.”

“You tell me.”

“How romantic. You know what?” Izuna smirks, “if you wanna feel my heartbeat,” he tightens his grip on Tobirama’s wrist, “I can make it easier for you.” Izuna slides Tobirama’s cold hand under his cloth, slowly, too slowly, from his lower abdomen to his chest again. Izuna feels every part of Tobirama’s body tensing and his effort to keep his hand relaxed against Izuna’s skin. He smiles wider. “Isn’t that better?”

“Once again,” Tobirama whispers, and Izuna wonders when did his voice started to sound… different, “you tell me.”

Silence. Izuna frowns. “How can you see my beauty mark?”

“I can’t. I noticed it a while ago.” Izuna takes that in and decides to ponder on the implications later. “I know exactly where it is.”

Izuna relaxes a bit and huffs. “No you don’t.”

Tobirama uses the hand Izuna hasn’t let go off to demonstrate. He crushes Izuna against him a bit, as he gets his fingers on Izuna’s neck, and lightly presses his index on Izuna’s beauty mark. His voice softens a bit. “Here.”

Izuna grabs Tobirama’s wrist back. “Fine. Fine, point taken,” he adds when Tobirama traces a line down his neck with his thumb. “You’re a fucking nuisance, Senju.”

“Guess who I learned that from.”

Izuna can’t ignore the satisfaction in his voice when Tobirama finally says, “Thank you for being so normal about this, Izuna.”

[proximacalamity]

madatobi week 2023: day 2 - Teacher or Teashop

his ass is definitely not listening!!! Madara only asked for fuinjutsu lessons to have an excuse to stare at Tobirama for hours without him noticing.

late because I was working that day. I will probably do something for all the days I missed because I'm obsessed with them and I wanna make stuff.

[lossie92]

au where tbrm wears the traditional uchiha clothing after marrying mdr~

support me on ko-fi ❤️

commission info

[alinusshhka]

oh no its the toxic yaoi ship where one of the characters has rabies🥺

[domoz]

tobiizu au(s)

[tbrm-senju]

posted this already on twitter but for my tumblr folks: freaks in the village

[justsomeoneunordinary]

A popular headcanon is that Tobirama's summons are snow leopards. Sometimes wolves.

Personally, I think it should be Cthulhu. :)

[maphel-n-doodles]

DAY THREE: any AU / any swap (generation, body, role ect.) / Crossovers

Reverse The Narrative

[kisa-e]

H: hush, hush… be a good boy, mada-meow

T: anija… you heal those by yourself

[proximacalamity]

madatobi week 2023: day 4 - Blessed Eyes or Cursed Eyes

Madara has trouble keeping his compliments about Tobirama's eyes to himself and Tobirama still doesn't know how to handle them.

[lossie92]

a little wip for one of my upcoming fics (you can read a snippet from it here)

[zelianthos-capercaillie]

A sneak peek of my contribution for the HashiMada Week 2024 event Day 7 prompt, “Historical AU”

It’s a Gladiator AU set in the world of Warring States Period x Ancient Rome

(Wordcount: Approx. <1k)

@hashimada-week

***

“There, Tobi,” Hashirama said after a while. “I’ve healed the worst of your injuries, but I can’t do anything more than this. That last blow was a fatal one so your body needs to properly recuperate. On top of that, your chakra reserves are nearly depleted so you must let Mito help you get back to safety.”

Then he turned to Mito. “Mito?”

“Of course.” She bent down to assist Tobirama.

Hashirama made to stand up and execute a shunshin, but Tobirama grabbed him by the arm before he could do so.

“You’re not—you’re not coming?”

His voice was pained that Hashirama suspected was not just because of the injury, so he gave his brother a smile that he hoped was reassuring. “I have to go back to the frontlines.”

“Hashirama—” Mito began, but Tobirama was faster.

“We’ve already issued the command for retreat. You’ll only end up running straight toward the enemy—”

“I’ll be fine, brother. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous poin—”

“No.” Tobirama’s face crumpled. “Anija, don’t go. They’re going to capture you.”

“Tobirama.” Hashirama gently cupped his brother’s face in his hands. “If there’s even a single one who got left behind, then I want to save them.”

Tobirama closed his eyes in despair, and nodded in resignation. When he opened them again, his expression was resolute. “Then, if you get captured—”

“I told you, I w—”

“If you get captured, then they would most probably take you first to the Capital to be paraded as spoils of war. Once you’re there, seek out—” Tobirama swallowed. “Seek out Izuna. He’ll protect you.”

Izuna?

“Uchiha Izuna? Your childhood friend?”

“Yes.”

Hashirama furrowed his brows. “But... how would I find him? I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“They will take you to him since he is…the current Emperor.”

That bit of information shocked both Hashirama and Mito. Save for the crest bearing two uchiwa, no one knew the true identity of the monarch outside the Capital.

Except Tobirama, it seemed.

“This battle would most likely be declared as a triumph in Izuna’s name,” Tobirama continued. “So you’re going to be meeting him when they hail the general of the army as Imperator. Ask Izuna to grant you sanctuary the moment you have the chance to speak to him.”

“Very well.” Hashirama nodded. “I’ll plead my case to him. Still, I'd like to at least get a description of what he looks like.”

“He…”

“Didn’t you say he’s a beauty?” Mito piped up, casting a knowing glance at Tobirama.

Hashirama raised his eyebrows even higher at his brother. Now that was high praise, considering “passable” was the best compliment he had ever heard his brother say about someone’s appearance (Mito was still disgruntled about that). Today was full of surprises, it seemed.

Tobirama clicked his tongue as he looked away. “They say that he’s grown up to be a beauty. I didn’t say that he is. Beauty is subjective, anyway.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “He has the typical Uchiha features: pale skin, deep black eyes, long dark hair. He’s going to stand out in any type of crowd. Your first interaction with each other will be him smiling at you. Mention my name, and…take this as proof.”

Tobirama still had difficulty moving, so Hashirama took it upon himself to reach for the pendant necklace. He secured it over his head, beneath the armor.

“Emperor Uchiha. Got it.”

“Not Madara. Avoid any interaction with Madara at all cost if you hadn’t made contact with Izuna first. Madara is extremely protective of his brother and you’re going to escalate things fast if you make even a tiny misstep.”

“Avoid Madara. Got it.”

“I’m serious, Anija. If he—” Tobirama broke off coughing, curling on himself as he gasped in pain.

“Tobirama, we have to go.” Mito’s voice brooked no argument.

“Go, brother.”

“…fine. Be safe, Anija.”

Hashirama smiled. “You too, Tobi. I’ll see you both later.”

He watched the two retreat and when they were a good, safe distance away, he turned on his heels toward the frontlines.

🍃🔥

Later, much later, as enemies swarmed around him, Hashirama let out a rueful smile before losing consciousness.

I guess Tobirama was right after all.

🍃🔥

The conquering general, now hailed as Imperator, stood tall, his shoulders broad, his bearing regal.

He’s going to stand out in any type of crowd.

Well, Tobi, Hashirama thought, casting a glance around him, the only one standing out in this crowd is the Imperator himself, so…

Then the Imperator faced the crowd, the high priest holding a laurel wreath above his head, and—

Oh.

Without the red face paint, Hashirama could see what Tobirama was talking about. Smooth pale skin, penetrating deep black eyes, and a wealth of long dark hair. Now unfettered by the helmet, the jet-black spiky mane ran wild, the strands shot-through with blueish-purple starlight under the sun, swaying with deadly elegance in the wind.

The conquering general was the Emperor himself.

As if with preternatural instinct, Emperor Uchiha zeroed in on him, meeting Hashirama’s gaze with unsmiling midnight eyes.

Your first interaction with each other will be him smiling at you.

Here goes.

Hashirama mustered a tremulous smile, transforming into a brighter one as he slowly dredged up his confidence. To his dismay, however, the scowl became even more thunderous. He could practically hear the contemptuous snort that followed as the gaze slid away from him.

Ah, Tobi, Hashirama thought in lament, resisting the urge to shed crocodile tears. It seems that you’re wrong on this one. I’m probably too much in his bad graces to even be deigned a smirk, let alone a smile.

No problem. He would simply show the shard blade pendant the first chance he got. That would win him over.

And as the procession continued, Hashirama was left with one thing in his mind.

Emperor Uchiha was indeed a beauty.