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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama & Senju Tobirama Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Izuna, Uzumaki Mito, Senju Touka Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Major Character Injury, Suicide Attempt, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Sexual Assault, Restraints, Genjutsu (Naruto), Mugen Tsukuyomi | Infinite Tsukuyomi, Uchiha Madara Wins The Fourth Shinobi War, Child Soldiers, Gaslighting, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mindbreak, Graphic Description of Corpses Summary:
“I promise this is real,” Madara murmurs. He shudders at the kiss pressed to his temple, broad hand gently stroking his hair, cradling his head. “I’m here with you now. I won’t ever leave.”
The pounding ache in his skull sinks its claws deeper, vision fuzzy around the edges. He can’t breathe like this. His mouth tastes of grave dirt and ash. His fingers draw tighter. The cloth feels dusty beneath his hands, sand slipping through his fingers, gritty on his skin.
This position is familiar by now. Stuck in a cage of flesh, bone, and sinew that wound its loving arms around him, that rubbed soothing circles on his back. Poison filters through his ears. It’s a slow decay. A controlled fall.
He takes a breath.
“This is never going to end.” It’s an absent-minded remark. A reconciliation of two conflicting halves, however brief. He’s ripped free from the embrace.
There is no happy ending to be had.
people who don't wear glasses don't get the added benefit of taking off your HD eyesight for a while. just. fuck it! i'm done. 240p vision time
I've seen enough.
if we’ve been mutuals for long enough i don’t even care what you post anymore. if one of my mutuals of two years suddenly gets really into competitive caber toss i just accept zenlike that half my dash is going to be gifsets of burly men hefting logs forever now. i adapt to all online conditions like an animal with high toxicity tolerance
I never watched BBC Sherlock or engaged in the fandom and being into original Sherlock Holmes in the year 2024 feels like frolicking in a meadow that’s grown up over a battlefield. Occasionally a war weary veteran with shadows in their eyes will find me. “Don’t you know what happened in this place?” they ask me. “I literally don’t,” I reply, and go back to drawing guys from 1895.
yeah that's gonna become a heritage post up there with "decay is an extant form of life"
i go to bars and coffee shops and breweries and libraries and thrift stores all the time by myself and i have a chill banger time i love my own company. so why is the grocery store a warzone. im fighting for my life. barely make it out alive. if someone even looks at me i want to blow them up with my mind