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Okay, let me preface by saying I've had 2 glasses of wine and am feeling a little maudlin.

So, I accidentally messed up in a discord server and mentioned a teacher/student pairing that was against the rules. That's on me and I know that. But, it just made me realize how different my tastes are from most other people. I like talking about dark things in fiction. I write rape recovery. I like teacher/student pairs and incest and I know that's messed up. There used to be communities for these things, that you could easily find and easily ignore if it wasn't your thing. But now, I'm having to hold back on all the fictional ideas, sanitize things for pretty much everyone unless I know they're okay with hearing about the dark stuff. But, I can't risk bringing it up to find out, because even if they're not vocal about their distaste, it could be there.

Honestly, I miss the kinkmemes. They're not as active anymore, but they used to be great for talking about these kinds of things anonymously. This is life apparently, having to hide parts of yourself from people so that you have smooth relationships. It sucks.

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No idea what's going on in this one, but I think I was imagining Hashirama being terrible and Tobi directing all of Hashi's awfulness towards himself and dying for it.

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Wood reached towards him and before Madara could move, the wood smashed into a towering wall of water. Hashirama snarled, made a gesture with his fingers. The wall crashed into the space between them, flooded the valley.

“You should never drown a Suiton user, brother.”

Madara hadn’t heard that voice in years, not since it had chased him out of the village with lies.

Across from him, Hashirama paled and took a step back. There were wet, squelching footsteps, the creak of rusty armor and then, Senju Tobirama appeared on the ridge.

He dripped with bloody water. It collected around him, trailed after him in a cloak. He stepped toward them, feet squelching. Hashirama went paler, took another step back. Madara frowned.

“It’s been a long time brother,” Tobirama said. His voice was blank, empty of all emotion. Madara, with his Sharingan, couldn’t see any facial expressions. His face was empty too, his body blank with skin unmarred.

Madara stepped back as Tobirama walked up to his brother and rested a pale hand on the wood that had sprung up around Hashirama.

“You held me down with this,” he said, “held me until I stopped thrashing, suffocated. Did it make you feel better Anija? Did it help?”

“Tobirama,” Hashirama whispered. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

Tobirama laughed and Madara took another step back, looked at Zetsu. None of this had been in the plan.

“I am dead,” Tobirama said. “One does not need Edo Tensei to summon me.”

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You try
to excise
parts of yourself.

They grow
back. They
always grow back.

You cut
and cut,
does not help.

You pull
them out
from the roots.

They grow
back. They
always grow back.