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to some it must be paradise

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Your Kakashi's do be oh so beautiful🙏💕

Makes me wanna pack him into a tiny little terrarium so I could just stare at him☺💕

it's always an honor to have my kakashis recognized by you T_T obitobi will put him in one because he will never escape

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#oh pretty panel

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Doodles!

Hashirama trying *so hard* to not bust Kaname's confidence (by god she needs it) after winning a fight by headbutting her opponent, which she's very proud over, while also being very concerned as to why her nose won't stop bleeding

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Like student, like teacher

Kakashi: So if you use chidori 4 times in a row, you'll die

Sasuke in Shippuden: Watch me spam this jutsu without any consequences. Also, check out my lightning dragon

Kakashi: My sharingan is draining my chakra to near death levels every time I use it

Kakashi in Shippuden: Watch me use Kamui with barely any consequences to my health

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Pairing: TobiIzu

Notes: High school rivals lag into tired university acquaintances.

Getting into the same university as Senju Tobirama had not, actually, been Izuna’s plan. Worse, they share two classes: Statistics and Ancient History. 

And Izuna doesn't really mind. 

A lot can change with distance, he finds. They had managed to avoid each other for a full year, only occasionally attending the same events or crossing paths in the tiny on-campus café, but this year is different. Their very first day of the fresh term, an innocent Wednesday, Izuna had walked into Statistics and done a neat double take when he noticed a familiar someone sitting in the very front row, just off-centre. 

It is rather like seeing your least favourite teacher at the grocery store. 

They had never actually shared any classes in high school despite frequent run-ins. Tobirama had spent half his time in the disabled classroom reaping what little support their school offered for visually impaired students and the other half in electives like Advanced Mathematics, Politics and Accounting. (Swot.) Thus, it is a little odd having to stare at the back of his head for two hours every other day – odd enough that Izuna amuses himself with paper aeroplanes when class drags on, as it is wont to do.

Doodles, unkind words and false premonitions are hidden in the folds of the wings. Tobirama had dusted away the first plane without looking at it, possibly assuming it was supposed to reach someone else, but the second and third were received with suspicion, and flung back in a ball when the professor was slashing figures across the whiteboard. And so it went. Sometimes, when he is feeling philanthropic, Tobirama reads the hidden message and disposes of it himself on his way out of the lecture hall. 

One very slow Friday, thanks to Izuna’s engineering genius and near infallible accuracy, it took Tobirama exactly twenty-six minutes to realise there was a tiny paper jet resting on his head. The look he had given Izuna was bewildered when he whirled around to search the upper tiers and so bloomed their very first civil conversation, excluding dispassionate nods hello and goodbye: How the hell had he managed to get such a flimsy projectile to not only cross the distance between them, but land so precisely on the target? 

Izuna had been glad, in the end, that Tobirama never actually opened the jet to read the hidden message. The unflattering doodle of him being struck by lightning probably wouldn't have interested him half as much as projectile physics. 

That doesn't mean he doesn't send more unflattering doodles. 

Professor Taishō finally turns to write something on the whiteboard and Izuna snatches up the jumbo jet balanced solemnly on his textbook. He has approximately one minute to successfully aim and propel his magnum opus at the back of Tobirama’s head. Deep breath… Focus… Fire!

The jet glides down seven tiers of descending tables, bounces right off its target and tumbles sadly to the bench next to him.

Tobirama’s head whips around, then cranes down to search the floor for whatever collided with his coconut skull. He plucks the jet from the bench and flattens it on his table, leaning in close to parse the series of doodles helpfully lined and contrasted with black ink. To Izuna’s astonishment, Tobirama grins—and snorts. Snorts! Then he folds the paper neatly in half and slips it inside his notebook instead of hurling it back in a crumpled ball. 

Tobirama does not look back for the rest of the lesson. Izuna cannot look away. 

Class is dismissed a few minutes early on account of Professor Taishō shuffling off with a brusque “Dismissed!” to do who-knows-what. Izuna finishes copying down a few notes from the whiteboard and lingers a little longer than is strictly necessary to pack away his laptop and stationery. Tobirama always waits for the initial rush of students to dwindle before picking his way out of the precariously-designed lecture hall; Izuna too has fallen victim to the hostile architecture. 

“Well?”

Tobirama lifts his head in surprise. “What?” he asks after a second, eyeing Izuna beneath the rim of his glasses as he zips up his laptop bag. 

“My magnum opus. What did you think? It was you getting fatally beamed inside a particle accelerator,” Izuna adds helpfully. 

“Yes, that's what I thought based on the fact that you titled it Senju Tobirama Dies in a Malfunctioning Particle Accelerator: A Comedy in Three Parts. I can only imagine that 1,000 Gy would immediately kill someone but I appreciate that you took the time to illustrate the days’ long ordeal of my skin falling off and, for some reason, my rudimentary skeleton combusting. Later.” 

“Oi, give it back!” Izuna calls after him. “That’s some of my best work! It’ll get at least thirty likes on Instagram!” 

Tobirama raises his hand in a half-hearted wave and strides off to his next lecture. Izuna sighs and scratches his cheek. How is he supposed to top this?

#jskdjdjdjfjd this is some grade a comedy #I'm proud on behalf of Izuna and his little paper plane that made a perfect landing #during the last third of the fic I kept thinking that there's no way that at least half of the class is watching Izuna do this #that's THEIR entertainment #if someone kept flinging around paper planes you bet your ass that it would catch everyone's attention

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for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 601/?

"I am not," he argued, though Izuna suspected he wasn't fully aware what about. "I refer to…" 

He reached into the lapel of his kimono, and pulled a scroll from where it sat securely above his obi, against his body over his heart. 

"Here," he said, handing it to Izuna. It was warm with his body heat. 

"What is this? A love letter?" Izuna laughed and Tobirama flushed darker.

"No, it's the draft treaty. For us. For you. Also Madara. And. Ambassador-san."

It took Izuna a second to realise Tobirama wasn't being strange and referring to himself with an honorific. 

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#I mean this could still be considered a love letter #considering all the love Tobirama poured into it #not necessarily for Izuna #but also not saying it could not be a little for Izuna too

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 600/?

"I am glad for the opportunity to speak with you alone," he said. "And that you are amenable to it." 

And he said it so sincerely, it was always so sincere with this—his enemy. Fucking weirdo. Izuna could kill him so easily like this, just lean over, raiton him in the heart, break his neck, slit the arteries in his thigh. He wouldn't, but he could, in myriad ways. 

"I'm just covering for Madara because he didn't want to move his lazy ass to escort you to go take a piss. Don't make it weird." 

Tobirama's narrow eyes squinted even narrower in confusion. 

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#so romantic the both of them xD incredible. what eloquence

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Illustration I made in collaboration with the lovely @ainy-da for their fic please be a dream? (or was it all along?) It was a pleasure participating and working with them, please go read their amazing work!

@mdtb-bb

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I'm pretty sure everyone already noticed that I don't post as much art (and fic) as I used to

There's, like, multiple things factoring into this, but one of them being that this is a very busy (and important) year for me, so I won't be able to spend as much time on drawing.

(other miscellaneous reasons: art block/creative low; I passed the peak of my naruto obsession and I'm drawn in by other fandoms; the environment I'm currently in is not good for creating; literally almost no free time in my schedule)

I'm still around to reblog stuff and talk of course xD

And I will still run the madaobimonday blog

There could still be occasional posts of art, fic or other ramblings.

My madaobi ask blog on the other hand is definitely on hiatus for the foreseeable time.

I'll (hopefully) be back in 2025, when (hopefully) I am done with all the big things I want to get done in 2024.

#this has been going on for a while #but now I'm at this point where I really can't pretend like I can keep up

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an ambitious employee, because of whom Madara always works overtime, for various reasons

#madaobi

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for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 597/?

Just as Izuna had that thought, Tobirama stumbled to his feet and Madara didn't even look at him, too busy leaning back and smoking, eyes heavy-lidded and half asleep. 

"I'll go," Izuna murmured, pushing to his feet and all Madara did was hum. 

Tobirama didn't look like he was going to the outhouse for a piss. Instead, he was clinging to one of the pillars on the engawa, face resting against the wood. 

"You ok?" Izuna asked. 

"Yes," Tobirama answered. "I needed some air. The hall is very warm. And the smoke." 

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#oh they're having A Moment™ #Madara being content and comfortable enough to not twitch and just enjoy his sleepy daze and smoke is also nice and peaceful to imagine

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Izuna has opinions about Madara's choices of ""friends"" namely that he should stop making them because his tastes aIre AWFUL

I don't even actually ship hashimada that much, I just think it's really funny how the more you look at them the more insane you realize they are. And they're somehow physically incapable of seeing that themselves

RIP Izuna and Tobirama tho they too much see and wish they hadn't