Aug 7, 2022
B4 on Hashirama if you're still taking these 💕😘
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B4 on Hashirama if you're still taking these 💕😘
tiddyrama
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I have no idea what you're talking about, not a single clue--
Expression meme for @nothatsmytree
//I just have to say OMG I FREAKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART TALENT JSKSHKSJDC!!! *throws hearts* 🎉💖💕
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Continued from here! // @nothatsmytree
Her eyes were stinging. Even if she hadn’t meant to cry earlier or even now, where they stung with tears being held back. She was relieved, so thankful to be found and safe. But she didn’t know how to point that into words.
Eyes flickered to the wound on her arm. It did hurt. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was or how to happened. Tsunade did know it was bad though. The way her Grandfather and Granduncle looked at her spoke volumes... or well the way Granduncle easy produced the need stream of water.
“Will... will it hurt even more?” Tsunade asked, sniffing quietly. “I can be brave.” Reassuring them and herself. Even if she wasn’t sure how much of that was true. Giving a firm nod, Tsunade gave her okay. Carefully making sure to not look away or cringe as the wound was cleaned. She wanted to heal people too after all.
I’m writing hashimada again.
I’m gonna tag the few ppl i see are still around. if you are still in contact with/know of anyone else from the good ol days lmk
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Hashirama looked for her brother, a confusing happening having just occurred. After a bit, she found ther other, in her office not surprisingly to her... "Tobirama! I was looking for you." She gave him a curious look. "Why did you need a stran of my hair? One of the men that works for you asked me for my hair under orders of you... Though he didn't look familiar." She said trying to remember who the man was. ((Uh oh, someone's wanting Hashi's cells to play with~ᕠ( ᐛ )و))
The information quickly alert the younger Senju, he knows how much those people want to get a hand on his sister’s cell, not just because she is the goddess of shinobi but also because of her rare ability - the Mokuton. This is indeed troubled. “Do you remember his chakra signature? I would never ask someone to do that, neesan, so I believe we have someone to track down before things get out of hand…”
Looks up at Madara, having been turned very, very small thanks to one of the scrolls in Tobirama's room... He hadn't been looking around... Then Madara poked his cheek. "Adorable? Me?" How long was he going to stay this small? Then his stomach let out a loud grumble. Great... "Na, Madara... Can you get me something to eat? I guess me turning this small made me hungry."
Madara honestly had no idea when will the Senju would turn back, however, he decided this form wasn’t as bad as it look. Snickered silently, the Uchiha kept Hashirama in his palm and continued to nudge his cheek, enjoyed how soft and small Hashirama was right then. “I have some rice ball with me, do you mind?”
“Look. It’s not what you think, it’s just your armor seems to garner more respect and I was just trying to figure out what makes it so special...”
One of the very few times Tobirama has ever been embarrassed.
“Also it would seem to be that i’m fatter than you...” He said with a bit of resentment as he pulled at the strings halfheartedly as to show that it didn’t fit.
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