Rules, Verses, Mun
"Every next level of your life will demand a different you"
TSUNADE SENJU -> Headcanon based with sprinkles of canon -> Selective with interactions and shipping -> Est. 4/08/18
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@ladytsunadehime
Rules, Verses, Mun
"Every next level of your life will demand a different you"
TSUNADE SENJU -> Headcanon based with sprinkles of canon -> Selective with interactions and shipping -> Est. 4/08/18

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@ladytsunadehime:
RP - Promised
It’s easy to put on a face and go along with everything. Letting herself be pulled into tradition that is familiar and old and something that with all the movements, sounds, and tastes remind her of her childhood. When the show is over, when the tea is replaced with alcohol, and Orochimaru takes the koto and starts on a familiar tune she sets the drink down, pulling her knees to her chest and rests her cheek on them. Turning to look at him and expecting… she isn’t sure what.
She makes a disapproving sound at the confession. Something like disappointment and regret filling her for losing her family fortune like that, to her friend who uses it for his own needs. They all dealt with them breaking a part differently but this one hurts. Knowing Orochimaru could of tried to pull her out of her darkest moments and had chosen not to.
“Orphans who were raised Otogakure now live among those in other villages? How sly of you Oro-kun, even if they were lost you brought them in. I’m sure despite the fall they will still remain loyal to you.” It’s bitter, her words, even if it’s good that the children have probably found loving homes. She is sure they will still remember who first taught them though. Orochimaru had never done anything half way and Tsunade is set in her belief that even this a motive for the future.
Return her- Her head shoots up, looking at him with wide eyes, it’s followed by laughter. Even if the money could restore her families… she isn’t sure she would take it. “I have no use of it.” Her head shaking lightly “you can say it could be all mine but with you something always comes with a price.” As for Jiraiya’s bit she doesn’t even know where a good place to put all that money into.
“Our lost teammate was always fond of helping others. Jiraiya-” She stops. She can’t speak him name, she can’t speak for him not in this situation. Her voice drops to a whisper “You knew him just as well. I think you are capable of figure out where to put the money without input from me.”
“Ah,” Orochimaru said at last, as if he understood. He didn’t understand at all. He hoped that she would’ve jumped at the chance to get her family’s fortune back, but now, he was troubled again. “Then, would you mind if I offered your third to someone else? To Tenzo-kun?” That probably needed an explanation, and he found none of the words he had prepared. “As far as I know, he is the only Wood Style fighter who’s left. And since… fu fu fu… he is a mix of Senju cells and my experimental medicine. He’s the closest I could get to making a mix of you and I. And I can’t tell him this, but I like to think of him as one of my… son.”
A mix of you and I, he had confessed. You and I, as if there wasn’t a history cutting the air between them like a butcher’s knife..
He didn’t know if she could read tension in his calm face as he plucked the strings of the koto. But if his face didn’t betray him, his hands did. He messed up a few notes, and she would notice for sure.
Was this a date or an administrative gathering with nasty confessions of guilt? Orochimaru wasn’t good at making dates ‘fun’, that was Jiraiya’s skill. But he found solace in the fact the princess couldn’t pick other options–beggers couldn’t be choosers. She would have to make do with him, and he was glad for it. Her presence always made him greedy, and he had never liked sharing.
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He saw her look. He heard her silence. He understood that she was conflicted on the inside. So he made everything simpler.
“Nevermind,” he said with a faint smile. “You’re right. I am perfectly capable of reassigning the money without burdening you. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, Princess.”
The date ended.
The establishment owner knocked on the door and told them that it was midnight, and the last round of drinks was here.
Orochimaru and Tsunade refused the drink. They stood up to leave.
He walked her home. She insisted he didn’t need to walk her home. So he left her. Again.
Maybe he should have insisted.
(…)
@ladytsunadehime (2) writes:
There is a moment she finds it, between old boxes and clutter that Tsunade finally feels her heart can take on. Written letters and agreements, plans for the future that dipped and swirled with each letter like her life was already planned out with every movement.
Engagement papers.
Ones Tsunade thought had been lost to time or perhaps even burned. It’s right there in the flesh. Real. The slow beginnings of it to the results of fiery disagreement. Terms disintegrating over petty arguments and long silences, ones they didn’t happen before.
A life, a future, that ached so deeply in her chest Tsunade rarely let herself live it and fall into the feeling what could have been. Married with children, maybe two or a dozen or even none, the possibility of Jiraiya being alive, the idea of Orochimaru coming home to her every time he possibly could.
One where she is happy and loved and never has to question or fight the raging war inside her heart.
Self pity takes hold quickly, she cannot dispose of them herself. The neat script of her relatives is too painful to read more. Her own letters to Orochimaru during that time are tucked away from her wandering hands and heart. She doesn’t allow herself to think of the what ifs or else the sake bottles that litter her life become an even more concerning amount.
Instead she sends the papers off. Seals layering upon seals. Her own safety measures to assure that no one would snoop and if it was to fall into the wrong hands they wouldn’t be able to get them undone. She cannot get herself to destroy them… Orochimaru though could do as he pleased.
She leaves a little note, as if it is needed.
“Do whatever you want with these. I cannot bare to have them here.”
Maybe she’ll wake up to him watching her, telling her he’s done all the paperwork to have them married or maybe it will be laughter and silence or maybe when they cross patches again a gentleness will settle between them.
In these situations Tsunade isn’t sure what she wants but thinks laughter she’ll never hear and silence she’s learned to live with is a kindness the world might give her.
She loves him still after everything that’s happened between them.
UchihaCollector writes:
Orochimaru’s spies at the post office intercept her heavily sealed enveloppe. Sometimes Orochimaru goes to the continent’s central post office hub himself to open her letters and discover the movement of the worlds’s politics. He is one of the few people who know how to undo and redo Uzumaki sealing techniques. Karin is another person. He doesn’t send Karin.
He goes himself, and he finds the envelope addressed to him. He stands in the grand sorting hall of the intercontinental post office, while packages, envelopes, and holiday cards flash past him. He feels that something is odd. Something is off.
He goes into a private room, unseals the envelope, and freezes. His fingers lose grip. Then the engagement documents fall out. He curses. He puts them back onto the table. It has signatures. All adults consented. Their family had approved. Only him and Tsu-chan hadn’t been adults. Only they hadn’t been able to put their name on the dotted line.
Orochimaru takes a shaking breath.
The only ballpoint pen he can find is a red one.
Orochimaru signs the papers.
The rest of the day is a haze. He doesn’t remember the rest of the day. But at some point he is in his office. He is looking everywhere in his office to see the documents again, and he can’t find them. He doesn’t remember if he put them on the post. He doesn’t remember if he locked them in a vault. He doesn’t remember if he archived them. He searches everywhere, but his overwhelmed alter ego made them disappear for good.
He does the most sensible thing. He gets a ring and engraves their names into the gold. He goes to her house. He doesn’t knock on the door. He put down one knee on the pavement, and he offers up a ring in a box. He says: “I’m sorry, I’m late,” to the closed door. But the practise words come out all wrong. He decides that this is not the right approach, and he feels stupid. If he ambushes her like this, she will say no.
He can’t slip the papers into her office paperwork either. She would recognise it.
He could kidnap her, but decides he doesn’t want to antagonise himself in front of her village.
He gets up from the pavement, he pockets the box with the ring. He makes sure nobody saw that, and he goes to visit Jiraiya’s grave. He talks at length to his dead friend, and Jiraiya’s memory encourages Orochimaru so much that hurts. Orochimaru implodes, thoroughly beaten his dead teammate’s imagined support. He can’t do it. He absolutely can’t do it. He leaves the ring box on the gravestone. Jiraiya will keep it safe. If Orochimaru takes it home, he will never rest.
She isn’t a sensor.
She isn’t.
But there is something so in tune that when it came to her teammates she could always pinpoint them to a degree.
That’s why when she gets home, exhaustion digging its way into her bones in the way it does because duty comes first, always first, Tsunade hesitates. It’s there faint and familiar and she’s tempted to rip the door open without caution to see what he wants. Chakra spilling out slightly, barely detectable and more like a thought than the actual residue.
So instead she follows it. Walking the path it seems he had taken. If he’s in the village it’s a sign of… Tsunade isn’t sure. The ANBU would have notified her, the people would have talked about it… but this is Orochimaru and as children they could sneak pass them with easy.
She can’t rush her steps, not really wanting to find the destination of where another confrontation will happen. Instead they’re slow, steady, watching as they lead her somewhere she won’t step foot in unless absolutely necessary. She’s stays a step out of the graveyard, her body unwilling to move.
Death was already too much of a familiar friend.
“Oro-kun?” She calls out instead and hears the echo of it bouncing off headstones. Visits to the dead weren’t uncommon but visiting her first was. He knew her repulsion to it and yet still lead her here.
It was her own fault really.
Instead of lingering, she turns away when there is no answer, no call back to her. Nothing. She isn’t strong enough now to crawl her way into that place and visit, not like him. “What are you doing” She whispers out loud.
"Baa-chan! Let's go to the beach!" / from Naruto!
Unprompted || Always Accepting! || @heroicgenerations
Paperwork is piled up, the office is warm and bright, and all Tsunade can do is raise a brow at him. The beach sounded perfect compared to sitting in a stuffy office all day.
Plus it was Naruto.
She rarely could say no to him when it was requested like this. So, Tsunade found herself already agreeing mentally to the beach. Something that would probably end up as a trip rather than just a day out. They both deserved it.
“Let’s go find my swimsuit unless you already sneaked onto the Senju compounds again and got everything you wanted, knowing I’d say yes.”

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OutOfSake;; Finally starting to feel better! My cold is at its tail end, thank god. So I should be around soon to actually interact. Gotta get my threads queued and all that fancy stuff lol.
I’m also interested in bringing in a ✨guest muse✨ for some fun! Since I still want to keep this a dedicated blog solely to Tsunade

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OutOfSake;; It’s SUMMER VACATION but I am also SICK. The end of the school year had me busy with end of the school year things so I couldn’t be on. I’ll be on more now though!!!
OMG. i just saw that your requests are open and this made me so incredibly happy 😭♥️ your art style is so unique and beautiful and my friend and i have been dying to see an orotsu (orochimaru x tsunade) art from you 🥺 the team hiruzen fan art literally lives in our heads rent free HAHAH. it’s just sooo good 😭 SO PLEASE IF YOU CAN AND WANT WOULD YOU DRAW TSUNADE & OROCHIMARU? 😭♥️🙏 anyway, i hope your flight goes well and that time passes quickly hahah <3 stay safe!!
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Continued from here || @historias-multorum
She felt her heart in her throat. Heat rushing everywhere. She hadn’t expect that. Okay maybe she had expected something along those lines but not so straightforward.
“M-Madara.” A child, children? A little mix of her and Madara. A Senju and an Uchiha. Laughter bubbled out of her. “I think I want two sets of twins.” Tsunade says, pulling on the knot that was keeping her shirt closed.
“That is, if you can keep up with me~” She teases.
Continued from here || @weapon-turned-jack
The child has her frozen as she looks at him. Noticing the dirt that stained his cheeks and his unruly hair. She noticed immediately that his sentences were broken and not full but easy to answer. Tsunade nods her head, taking half a step towards the boy. “Yes. I’m the Hokage. I’m in charge.” She doesn’t need to explain her job. But she does need to help him. Her conscience would never let her live it down if she doesn’t.
“I can help… I don’t know what you mean exactly…” She trails off, using her chakra to reach out and see if she needed to fix anything. Searching for things like broken bones to other wounds. “Want to come with me?” Her arms open at the question, a sign that she would carry the child.
When the woman would start to approach, without a second of hesitation the child would draw a broken kunai. It was more of a reflex than anything else as he shakily lowered his weapon, fighting his own instincts. As he did his own chakra would flare as he took deep breaths to calm himself down.
When he was able to center himself he would look up at Tsunade. "....Sorry.....hard control....You is the kage....lead....." He would then roll up the arm of his sleeve. The sight was horrifgying as there were several marks, bruises and cuts on his arm as the letts j, a, c, and k where tattooed onto him. "Tell me.....what the letters make?.....Can't make the letters to words.....Only know how kill.....how torture....Free now......but no one.....Maybe if the letters spell name.....I take."
She steeled her nerves, not having expected a weapon being pulled on her, even if she was sure she could take a child in a battle. Her posture stiffened a little bit yet still Tsunade waited for him to come to her. At her core she was a doctor.
Her eyes skim his arms, horrified at what she sees as she listens to what the boy, Jack, from what she was reading was saying. “Jack. J-a-c-k spells out Jack. Is that… your name?” Tsunade asks not sure if she wants the answer.
“It’s like they branded you.” Tsunade whispers, her thoughts slipping out and becoming words.