Happy Valentine’s Day everyone have some dark-flavored TobiIzu ❤️
Summary:
Three days after Senju Tobirama has dealt what he knows is a fatal injury to Uchiha Izuna he opens his eyes in a nightmare unlike any he has seen before.
He can’t move—and Izuna is sitting on top of him.
Tags and warning that apply: Implied Character Death, dark, ghost, soulmates (derogatory), haunting gone wrong, needles, light gore, violence, injury Words: 800ish Prompts: Soulmates, Red Thread of Fate @tobiizuweek late entry
A late attempt at writing something short for @tobiizuweek, Day 1, Amnesia. It didn’t really reach the tobiizu stage, sorry, but this was inspired by the prompt.
Summary: Drabble based on this amazing post about a courtesan who avoided a death sentence by showing the jury her tits. So three guesses as to whose pecs are being shown here
Hi! My late submission for the prompt “Oath” which, let me be honest I think I didn’t catch the proper meaning but, let’s choose blasphemy because is TobiIzu and good tea spills with its spoon, that’s right, yeah.
Thank you all for your contributions! It was such a joy to see all your art and read your Fanfics ❤️ The event will return next year at the same time. Until then I’ve planed a little birthday special for our cute little murder beans. That means, if you create anything for Izuna’s and/or Tobirama’s birthday, you can tag me. Same rules apply as for the event, and prompt (if you wanna call it that) is of course their birthday. Beyond that you’re free to do whatever you like.
Late contributions are always welcome! I’ll add them to this list and of course reblog your post. If you post your work on ao3, you can add it to the collection.
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The title comes from this quote by Lois McMaster Bujold, in their book A Civil Campaign:
The trouble with oaths of the form, death before dishonor, is that eventually, given enough time and abrasion, they separate the world into two sorts of people: the dead, and the forsworn.
