My Goodness, This Is Absolutely Beautiful!! Oh Wow. I Can't Get Over This, Truly It's Stunning. The Warm

My goodness, this is absolutely beautiful!! Oh wow. I can't get over this, truly it's stunning. The warm tones really get to me.

You did a wonderful job!💕

Tobirama/Oc

look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good

Someone: yeah it was so sad when this character died

Me, who’s already read 15 fix-in fics and no longer can tell the difference between canon and fanon: when they what

What about Tobirama messing up with his s/o and refusing to admit he was wrong and thinking that she's being dramatic, until the evening he comes back home and she's not there? 👀

A/n: oo- 👀👀 now listen- This is Tobirama we are talking about this ain't gonna be that short of a fic as I intended for these to be.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, not proof read

' Too Late '

They both stood facing each other, breathing heavily as the cold downpour soaked them both to the very bone. Both of them red in the face from the cold and the anger. The white haired man was the one with the last words, having cut his beloved off with words that had cut her deeper than any blade ever could. She now stared at him in utter disbelief; it made her wonder if this was her husband speaking at all. Her own anger boiled inside her and ran thick in her veins so much that it blinded her. The cold rain was no match for it, she didn't feel it, she felt nothing at all in truth now. As her expression fell, so did Tobirama's angry look, confusion and shock sparkled in his scarlet eyes for a moment, something she would have missed if she blinked. But her eyes were stuck on him, her jaw clenching as she debated what to do. She turned on her heel slowly before padding away in long strides through the mud and the wet shrubs, leaving the Senju to stand alone in the storm. The thought of him suddenly felt like a bed of nettles and weeds, it made her gut churn and her wound burn, and her walking soon turned into running.

As minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and the mission dragged on to the end, Tobirama had almost fully rid himself the memories of your arguments. He looked forward to returning to the village and your shared home, although he knew the reunion would be sour; you were overreacting, you were being stubborn- he told himself. But it all made him worry, every step he took to the house made all concern suddenly blossom strong, thorny stems hugging his heart tight. Just as he placed his hand on the door handle to open it, he realized that it wasn't locked, it was cracked open for anyone. The storm from days prior was followed by freezing weather and the hall was still wet at the entrance. Cold air hung humid and old inside. The steps Tobirama took grew slower and slower as realization was even slower to hit. His mind could barely process this.

The painting of the two of you was on the floor, faced down, some glass was spread in the kitchen, the bedroom closet was a mess, left in a rush, your things were missing, mainly your clothes and basic necessities. Droplets of blood were splattered everywhere, matte and old. Were you attacked in your own home, he suddenly wondered. No. You were wounded, he remembered.. The smell that wafted was nothing but akin to the wet leaves that were slowly rotting away. There was no letter, no last words, nothing. Now there was only your slowly fading presence left, what used to be of it, still lingering on the walls and dark corners of the rooms as Tobirama dropped to his knees before the painting.

Think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there I’ll beg you nice from my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly Well it’s a shame I’m a dream

I could follow you to the beginning And just to relive the start And maybe then we’ll remember to slow down At all of our favorite parts

Hiiiii! 👋 I have a question about your OC because the art is so gorgeous! Is the art on their arm inspired by henna? And what was your original inspiration for their creation? Once again! Love it all! (feel free to ignore if you want to ♥)

Hello!! Thank you so much, first of all! I'm thankful for your words♥️ as well as your question, it's more than welcome! But now, to answer the question- yes, the arm and face tattoos are henna!

-My original inspiration for henna tattoos mainly comes from my own love for henna, as well as the 'hidden' meanings you can incorporate into them. But also from the Dothraki(a nation from Game of Thrones). In the show(and books I believe) the paint and tattoos themselves doesn't hold too much meaning as much as their hair, but seeing it I added my own meaning to the Sen-Ryoko henna tattoos. I also took some inspiration from Naruto clans like the Inuzuka.

Henna tattoos in the Sen-Ryokō were mainly worn by the people who had a dragon as their summon, in such fashion as my OC Kaliyah wears. Hair and tattoos are important to the clan. Although I definitely take my liberty when drawing her tattoos they are meant to be more simplistic; other people of the clan would wear the tattoos in a style of serpents, dragons or dragon scales, although they could choose not to. It was their way of showing respect and pride of their clan. And it would be easy for them to tell apart a dragon-rider and another Sen-Ryoko clan member. Healers of the clan drew a different style to show that their profession. Since the Sen-Ryoko were often travellers, rangers and loners, if they ever met on the field they would recognize each other immediately.