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Strawberries in a glass on a pewter dish - Gerard Victor Alphons 'Gé' Röling
Dutch , 1904-1981
Oil on board , 24.7 x 27.5 cm.
Headcanon: Hashirama's parenting
Hashirama's childhood shaped all parts of Hashirama's parenting. He grew up in an environment full of violence, fear, and death with a father who was abusive, emotionally neglectful, and cruel. His early years lacked a sense of safety, stability, and acceptance, which created a strong urge to break the cycle and an intense fear of repeating it. Because of this, Hashirama often reminds himself of what it felt like to grow up without emotional or physical security. Any conflict with his child triggers a panic that he's becoming Butsuma.
After his children are born, he becomes hypervigilant about dangers, checking on them constantly and struggling to rest. His anxiety focuses on both physical and emotional safety. He's afraid that even one careless word could hurt them.
Before becoming a father, Hashirama was terrified of the possibility that he carried the same dark patterns as his father. That it was something genetic, inherited, something he couldn't control, something inevitable. The fear of repeating Butsuma's cycle scared him so much he refused to even think about having children for a long time. He knew he would love them, but he knew that love sometimes isn't enough to stop the toxic cycle. His father claimed to love his children, and yet he was cruel. That made Hashirama doubt that his own emotions could ensure safety.
That's why Hashirama avoids arguments, strict boundaries, or punishments. These behaviours remind him of his father. He avoids not only arguments with his children, but also arguments with other people when his children are present. He'd rather step back and apologize than make his child fear him.
Although Hashirama dislikes being touched, he allows his children to touch and hug him freely. Not because he enjoys it, but because he doesn't want them to carry his burdens. He wants to show his children that physical closeness can be safe, loving, and tender.
He constantly analyzes and dissects his behaviour around his kids. He often finds mistakes even where they don't exist, then he overcorrects and beats himself up for not being the perfect father. When he really makes a mistake, he implodes inwards. It confirms his darkest fears, and what he already believes about himself: that he's not a good father, and that he's unable to break the toxic patterns.
He tries to connect with his children emotionally. He becomes more protective when one of his children reaches the age of his own bad experiences; Hashirama becomes even more sensitive and protective, sometimes to the point of smothering them.
Becoming a father wasn't a matter of course for him, but it was an act to face his ugly past. His fear and anxiety are proof of his deep love and responsibility. With all that said, Hashirama loves being a father, he has always loved it, but his fear (PPA) sometimes makes him struggle. However, it also motivates him to be better and to be closer to his children.
Each of Hashirama's children responds to his parenting in different ways. Some are overwhelmed by his protectiveness, some feel comforted by his presence. One child might cling to him, seeking safety, while another might pull away, wanting more independence than he can give. Their different reactions sometimes confuse him, and he worries that he's failing them. It pushes him to understand them more individually and to grow.
In the end, he was able to create a safe and stable home full of love and safety that he never had growing up. He cares deeply about his family and wants to protect it.
Hashirama's bonsai friends
The precious bonsai he poured his love in to, they where always there to listen when Hashirama had to vent, they do love being talked to after all~
He's having an issue however on the side...
Teen Hashi :3

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"I was wondering if you had some time to help clear up some inconsistencies in the records?" Reni asked with an armful of precariously balanced files and a tired look about her "I'll pay you with tea and sweets if you do."
senjuhashirama:
When Hashirama heard Reni’s voice echo through the library, he shook his head, maybe too earnest. “I’d love to clear up any inconsistency,” he replied fast and pushed back the book he was looking at. It was a book of Sasuke Sarutobi’s reports he wanted to remind himself of.
“I stopped eating sweets last week, so just the tea will do,” he explained, eyeing other books.
“So… what do you want to know?” he asked politely.
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Miko looked around the room before she leaned towards Hashirama, a hand reaching and gripping one of his tightly. “Don’t tell uncle just yet, but I want to tell you something.” One last look around. Madara wasn’t in the room but that didn’t mean anything. “But I..I’m pregnant, dad.”
Hashirama felt like his whole body just stopped, froze over, and his soul left somewhere else for a few seconds.
“W… what? You’re pregnant?” He echoed her words, hoping it was a joke. Not because he was unhappy with it, but he could imagine how angry Madara is going to be. She was his girl and this would be an act of liberation from him.
Hashirama was, unlike Madara, quite happy. “It’s going to be so fun! I’ll take a few weeks off to help you once the baby comes! What do you think?” he said and walked toward her to hug her very tightly, which was something he rarely did with anyone beside his children, they didn’t have to carry his burdens.
“Congratulations!” he exclaimed. “I’m so happy for you.”
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"Such a dream till it turned into a nightmare. I want to stop before it kills me."
A smooth look of indifference remains plain and plastered across his features. Cold black eyes sealing shut while he listens to his once-friend blather on in a tomb of failing that could only have been made by his own folly of hope. They were of two different words, they always had been and Madara had been a fool to think they'd ever be anything else. Arms cross, and when Hashirama finally stops, Madara's eyes open again.
"Don't be a child, Hashirama." His face creased into a spiteful sneer, wrinkles around his nose pulled taught. "This was your plan, your dream. This was how you wanted to do things, and why they named you the leader." Gaze follows the man as he walks about the room.
"Do not tell me you regret it all now, just because the other villages are following along." Hashirama wanted peace, and so did Madara, but it was foolish to think that it were something that could be attained through diplomacy. War was the natural state of things.
"You can be so tiresome."
The office was quiet besides the rasp sound of their voices. Hashirama’s breath came fast, and he clenched his fists that began to sweat, because Madara’s words had a flavour of contempt. He had been used to being teased by Madara, but the last weeks were different; colder and more merciless, in the way the frost devoured early-spring sprouts.
“What I’m saying is that… I didn’t want to be the head of this village. I didn’t want my head to be carved into that stone. I didn’t want that at your expense. But it happened, and I feel like you resent me for it,” he murmured, and stood up from the chair. He even put his Hokage hat down, placing it carefully on the oak-grain table top, because he didn’t want to speak as the Hokage, but rather as a friend. On top of that, the sun was beating down on his back as if it was laughing at him, making the whole situation even more uncomfortable.
“You’re important to this village. You’re important to me. And I will make sure you’ll become the Hokage once we sway public opinion in your favour.”
It was supposed to be a promise, but it sounded too rushed, almost like a threat. He finally dared to look at Madara’s face, to soak in the silent chill.
He tried to calm himself down a little, but the weeks of thinking about the situation finally came to the surface.
“It feels like you think I stole something from you, and you hate me for it. Why did you stop me from killing myself then? If my presence irritates you so much, you should’ve just let me die, and then dance on my grave,” he snarled. Madara would probably be happier with him out.
“I just want to be your friend, or at least…”
Somehow, it didn’t occur to him that he might have read the whole situation completely wrong, and that his assumption about the quiet competition between them was cutting. He had no idea the dream would have blades hidden in it. “A comrade.”

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would you battle rap with killer b?
ykw.. yeah
uhhh no. not tryna get a verbal ass whoopin
maybe.. heard he's kinda nice
Why not?
niche as hell hashimada au where hashirama is a 3 times consecutive giant veggie winning farmer and madara is his farmer husband who guards hashirama’s giant veggies at night
Comic based on @foundersweek's day one prompt "seal" - yeah it's referencing a certain oglaf comic (warning the rest of the webcomic is very nsfw). I think Mito was ready to seal that thang, actually ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Putting a copy of the referenced comic under the cut ✨
Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, ah, true love.
Kishimoto…

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