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cdrama & naruto rp

[divinidy]

D I V I N I D Y . . . [HIATUS HERE] private, selective, mutuals only multimuse rp featuring Chinese Drama & Naruto characters with influence from Asian Mythology, Folklore, and personal headcanons. Very friendly to OC & Crossover. Inbox is open for everyone to plot and test waters. We love rare shipping & slow burn in this house !

DRAFTS 18 - INBOX 0 - QUEUED 00 - feel free to @ me in replies !

L O V E . . . ♡ @ashendivinity - @hushedsorrows made my dividers ! ♡ @taoreshi ♡ could be you.

B R O W S E . . . prompts - wishlist - naruto discord rp

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DNI: Rape / Incest / Pedo / A B O / Aging up for ships. DNI: OC children of Naruto canon characters. Boruto generation. Western media. IRL or KRP fandoms. DNI: Canon purists.

CDRAMA series

ERLANG SHEN and YAOJI lotus lantern MU NIHUANG nirvana in fire HAOLING JIU YAO / WEN XIAOLIU (m) / XIAO YAO (f) and XIYAN CANG XUAN lost you forever YU WUYUAN who rules the world NING YI the rise of phoenixes ASHILE WU oc commander of the six ministries & minister of war

NARUTO shinobi

UCHIHA MADARA SENJU HASHIRAMA SENJU TSUNADE NAMIKAZE MINATO UCHIHA OBITO KONAN HYUUGA HINATA

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01. Aside from DNI above, I am Dead Dove DD:DNE friendly. NSFW, smut, hubris, violence, and other heavy themes will be present. All tagged e.g. content tw & nsfw cw

02. General RP etiquette applies. No godmodding, but open to discussion. Trim and tag your posts. For mobile users, I will trim for you. However, I will not be following long posts / spammers.

03. Write first, plot later. Multiple threads and inbox interactions are preferred. NO NOVELLA. Ensure the roleplay is interactive, so as to give my characters space to react to yours.

04. CC x CC, CC x Crossover, CC x OC with political influence or power. Modern AUs are reserved for ships that lend themselves to fun spinoffs.

05. My only goal here is write many things. I utilise LIKE to keep track of interactions on my turn. Generally, I continue 90% of things no matter how many we have. I'll always say yes to more! If the thread is on my turn, but does not have a LIKE from me within one month, I've dropped it.

06. Discord handle is reserved for my mains. The only way to be my listed main is to write multiple things with me and go from there. If we're not writing together, there is no reason to be added on more than one platform.

07. Mutuals clean up happen as I see fit. Lack of interactions for prolonged period of time, or if our rp styles don't vibe, will result in a soft or hard block. I’m looking for a fun, engaging experience and won’t continue once my initiative runs out. Unless I've blocked you, feel free to reach out to me first when you've got interest or inspiration again.

OOC. I have a diploma in scriptwriting and direction. I run multiple blogs, discord servers, and write in a variety of mythologies across history. I work full time as an Operations & Partnerships Manager at a chess club, volunteer for Early Childhood, practice chess regularly, and play games the rest of the time. My current games are Baldur's Gate 3 and League of Legends. Icon from here edited by me.

[ysdisgustsm]

Not everything is so perfect.

[cherrygladers]

and what if I cried

[cerastes]

Whatever man *accepts you for who you are*

[sparkyyoungupstart]

“I can make him better” “I can make him worse” well I can make him appreciate what he already is and love the parts I see but he doesn’t.

[thesuicidalfox]

Silly boys doing silly kid stuff, as they should.

I will never express enough how much the concept of child soldiers is awful, how damaging it is for a child to be in an environment of constant violence. So I like to think of those kids in a cosier setting (here, just Madara picking everyone up, because he can, so why not)

I like to imagine Madara's and Hashirama's loss of childhood to have been similar in some ways (the fact that they are both in a war torn era and from influential clans in said war, worse even, they are children of the clan heads) yet very different in others (more in the way they were raised and brought up, their place in their own clan)

In the end, they find each other because they share similar goals an ideals (not exactly the same, mind you) and, for my hc, they way they are seen, the fact they are both standing on a thin line between being deified by their peers, or demonised.

It's never explicitly said when Madara gained his reputation, but I assume it was rather early, since he was known to have killed adults from the Senju clan at twelve to thirteen max, nor do we know when Hashirama was first called a God of Shinobi (probably later). That's why I hc that they were both always dancing around that line (Madara is beyond a genius in an already very strong clan, and Hashirama has the fucking Mokuton no one knows about. That's what I like about the fireproof Madara hc, it adds a reason of diverted focus from the obviously overpowered and unpredictable nature of the Mokuton)

Anyways, just doodles, hope you enjoy the fluff (it's been calm lately, over here...)

[berysse]

I tried some cel shading with Minakushi (I think I should watch some tutorials, I'm very lost with digital coloring...)

[sa2sugu]

*steals official art style to draw bootleg mangacaps of young hashirama and madara*

[wovi]

[millywrites]

[yg-arts]

Timelipse of a ShikaHina drawing I made in April.

[lvyeshou]

from here | @divinidy

A LIMITING QUESTION . What does he not ? Does history no longer paint or illustrate they of the Uchiha, with eyes of the red moon with which they recorded all of their life's desires and struggles? The control organ in their cranium have also adapted to retain and replay such large amounts of information, a heightened ability that translates into their daily life on and off the battlefield. Does the astute Nidaime not disseminate such important data about the enemy ? ❛ What do I not ? ❜ Madara's pride ponders aloud to his magnificent visitor. He never thought that Gai would enter his eyes again, much less at this distance. Once ennobled, now mightily fallen, he still does not forget to preen as the winner of their duel. ❛ At times I have died, such are blanks to me. Though it must not be important to yourself. What do you desire to know ? Ask, and it shall be given. ❜

He supposes he shouldn't have presumed that the man would have thought of him at all. To Gai, their exchange had been monumental, of course. It had pushed him to activate the kinjutsu which he had held so preciously for so many years, waiting, discerning for the right moment, the right cause. A move for which he'd had to leave everything behind, or so he'd thought. To Madara, he must have been barely a distraction, a brief tangent of entertainment in his grand schemes.

Gai contemplates the man: a fallen legend, a living artifact of history. The visual before him is a far cry from the one in the fever dream he had lived just months ago. When he had heard that Madara had lived, he knew he had to come and see for himself.

His question feels silly now -- self-serving and small. But small is what he feels, confined to a wheelchair and seeking out an enemy for a reason he cannot quite place -- perhaps to reconcile with the garish nightmares he had been having. Despite the slight moment of wavering, he persists. "What I mean is, how much do you remember of our battle?"

[divinidy]

Not many live after such devastating encounters with the Uchiha founder, or come bearing such a grace as to converse with him so pleasantly. Oh, asking him to recall the battle ... ❛ Magnificent. ❜ rosy smile would colour a pale cheek, who'd just risen some days from what must have been a long coma, with so many tubes in and out of him. Maito Gai did not have it easy too, incapacitated by the war of the Uchiha vs the worlds.

❛ I remember everything. You are the best taijutsu master across all my generations. Is that what you want to hear again from me, Uchiha Madara ? ❜ How can one remain so smug, even while giving compliments to another? Madara knew he was not well liked by many, and remembered worst by history, cemented by the way he came back so wrong. There was nothing to lose now, from here on out, so he cares little for the consequences of his provocation.

[astrronomemes]

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[ashencranes]

The clear professionalism of the tailor was recognised in the way Liulang moved to the side almost casually and absentmindedly moved to avoid the risk of an embrace. A note was taken in Jiming's mind to remember the smoothness and grace of the other's movements.

"Ah, I apologise. It seems measurements still make me fidgety." The apologetic tone of the young man was so sweet it could lure bees with the promise of nectar. "Do you perhaps take extra as punishment? Are you..." Jiming smiled and met the other's gaze for a few moments. "Are you checking how much I am willing to pay for your artistry? I promise you, I always appreciate masters of their craft." He could feel himself being inspected yet felt nothing of it, assuming this was standard for the eccentric tailor.

The hand on his chest warmed the area, and Jiming felt the warmth spreading as if Liulang was seeping into him. For a second, he felt himself stop breathing, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened to the other. "Compare me to my brother? Ah... I almost feel jealous. Is this humble customer not enough?" His hand slowly moved over the one resting on his chest and moved it to his arms. "This is where we differ most. His muscles are well-built, unlike my own." He moved Liulang's hand along his arm. "See, only thing here is what I need to move it around."

[divinidy]

Ning Yi had to stop himself from chuckling at how utterly shameless this tourist was being. He's not been so pleased by such attentions in a long time.

The both of them were alike in this moment, Ning Yi thought ; Unknown to each other, not directly perceived by the environment around them, and thus uncaring of the consequences of erratic behaviour.

Freedom, was this not ? But was it safe enough to indulge the liberties now being taken by this strange man from a distant land, or would some spy, in the far off future, cut him from the hands of Chu-wang? Freedom could also masquerade as fear, but this was far too refreshing to pass up. No one knows them, and no one can see them.

❛ Tempting me with money ? ❜     Ning Yi returned a coy smile, matched with a lick of his lip.     ❛ Is that the best Ming-gongzi can do ? ❜     A succinct question, to see if this Aming might accidentally divulge any other assets he may have that could point specifically to his background.

Though his countenance remained calm, the intake of breath was sign enough that Aming's bold actions have reached him. His hands do not linger long, however, lest they choke the man suddenly and draw sweet sounds...    ❛ Liulang has already measured your arm. ❜ he replied with a steady voice.

A glint was in his eyes as he crouched down, slow and purposed.

[taoreshi]

Dim, abandoned temple, transformed by the mokuton into a gnarly makeshift hideout, the figure "Madara" rarely left this abode, preferring to send many of his White Zetsu servants out to gather information on the greats and minor countries, where they kept their Jinchuuriki, what type of seal they used, and all such related things. Tonight, though, he straddled his shark companion, Kisame, and not so gently pinned this monstrous lover to the cold floors. This was the only one who had the privilege of the touch of mismatched hands, which was oft concealed by gloves. An alien pale finger traces the ridge and lines of a strong chest, both tease and reverence in his touch. ❛ Kisame, you're quite beautiful. ❜ Obito himself was still clothed, and he could feel the heat which pools near his rear. The gnarly face cracked a smile.

Unprompted Asks: ALWAYS ACCEPTING I grovel pathetically 4 dis

Observance came with the territory of leaving the ancestral grounds and mingling with humans. There was much that divided them from him. There were customs that were strange, morals even stranger. From the food they 'cooked' to the sheer size of their physicals was... different. But where one shied from difference, another, Kisame, found revelry.

Among his kind, the aptitude to survive was king. Some interpreted this as brute strength, and, yes one's prolonged life was certainly made easier if you could kill before being killed. But there were subtleties beyond that never failed to enthrall Kisame. How a clever tongue could make enemies into friends, or a cowardly heart outrun the danger. Humans, in this way, were fascinating. So fragile, and yet... underestimate one for even a moment... One may find themselves half-naked in an old temple, straddled by a human that by every physical right should not have been able to topple someone as large as Kisame. Yet, toppled he was, a little breathless, but with a pleased rumble vibrating deep in his sternum regardless. A sharp grin met the gnarled one, pale eyes studying the way the dim shadows cast on his human lover's face. "Beautiful, hn?" Kisame repeated, teasing. Beauty to humans was very different than ningyo. Naturally, he knew it to be a compliment, but it did not stop a large, paleish blue hand from cupping the side of 'Madara's' distorted face. A thumb traced a ridge of mottled flesh, delicate. "Survival, is beautiful. To me, that is." Scars were proof of life. Another hand settled on Madara's hip, massaging it with his palm in a thinly veiled sort of eagerness which swelled in more ways than one.

[taoreshi]

'Tis has been the fifth revision that Izuna's killer had him make on the blueprints for Konoha's new centralised medical centre, turning what was Madara's passion into a total chore. After this whole project was over, Madara decided he'd never draw a line again ! … Well, at least for a week ! For a week, he'll only paint nice colours and scenery, instead of drawing lines on parchment. Yes. Now he wants to go home, have a hot bath, and cry himself to sleep over why the hell did he need to work with this devil of a man ! Speaking of sleep, a gloved hand came up to shield his lips from opening a yawn, but his eyes betray his control, blinking multiple times to seek alleviation from dryness and fatigue. ❛ I hear you. Allow me to take this back, and I'll have a new one drawn up for you within two days. ❜ // bully him bully him bully him bully him !!!!

|| Unprompted Ask: ALWAYS ACCEPTING mmmuAH "Unnecessary." Tobirama grated icily, pivoting the swing-arm of his protractor across the schematic from a point on the roof to a conjunction of where a load bearing support was meant to be. Already the flow of red ink had scored the paper in more places than one, this time, in the form of an arrow and a measurement. Then, Tobirama pulled the paper away from Madara's grasp entirely, laying out a fresh, blank one on the desk nearest to the Uchiha. "Evidently, it is a waste to have you work without supervision. Now..." He cast a cold eye, expectantly. "Get to it. You can sleep on your own time." Late as the hour was, grinding the midnight oil was a state as natural to Tobirama as breathing was. Only, when a project was as overdue as this medical center, the Senju was known not to sleep at all, much to the detriment of those who had the displeasure of having to satisfy his sky high standards.

Mindlessly, he pushed a mug what was perhaps at one point an enticing cup of hot coffee towards Madara. Only, what remained was half-drunk and cold. Caffeine, however, was caffeine. Madara needed to be sharp if they were going to correct this ongoing delay. No yawning would do.

[taoreshi]

After a single moment more of recovery, Tenzo posted himself closer to the bustling of medical technicians, gaze fixated on each path of movement from their busy arms and, most importantly, Madara's response to them. He pretended to not notice the way he was looked at, but he simply could not ignore the deliberate movement his charge had made, reaching towards him. With a few blinks, Tenzo processed, the touch, the invitation, turning over each bit of information as though disarming a delicate explosive. Only, he did not even have as much information as to determine if anything Madara said was even indicative of a 'bomb' to begin with. He had no correct answer. So, he could only give his own and bare the consequences accordingly. "I would have to decline." He replied in his flat, dry tone. Whatever inflection that had risen out of the scene erupting just before had settled and quickly at that. All business, no pleasure. "You are here at the grace of her benevolence, Godaime, who has determined restoring your health is in the best interests of Konoha. To that end, I have been appointed as your steward and warden. I will not engage in any behavior that is contrary to this goal." By now, the medics had somewhat parted away from between Tenzo and Madara, leaving their conversation unobstructed for the most part. And it looked like they had elected to simply plug in the machinery and wiring so Madara could remain on the couch; no one wanted to try to get him to move after such a display of raw power, even in such a grave state.

One might have expected Tenzo to continue at this point, but after he delivered his response, he instead resumed his intense vigilance until the staff finally finished tending to Madara. And when they dispersed to their various monitoring stations, Tenzo's gaze relented some, offering Madara the privacy of his partially turned body, not that there was any doubt that his periphery was fixated on his charge.

[divinidy]

❛ Uchiha - uhm, Madara-san, could we … ❜ went unheard even as gloved hands waved to get his attention. His bruised arm needs icing quickly, to reduce the swelling, which would interfere with finding a vein, and all that.

But Madara refused to lay down properly on the bed. He sat up cross legged, getting more interested in Tenzo's unwavering refusal, seeing it as more of a challenge than an outright rejection. There was a condition attached to it, or did he hear it wrong? ❛ Do you mean that if I was "well enough", you would be keen to take me on ? ❜ and his eyes may have been the brightest they've been since he woke up from his coma. Madara was rather proud about it, thinking that he might have caught the ANBU in a moment of want.

One brave intern gently pressed Madara's shoulder, and that finally got the his attention. Pouting, the legendary one finally laid back properly, but eyelashes were still keenly fixed on Tenzo's stoic form.

Perhaps it was that Madara could see loneliness in the ANBU Commander, and so in a moment of both kindness, and want of entertainment, Madara wished to provoke the man.

The doctors do stick a few things successfully over his chest. While one of them pressed an ice pack on the bruised arm, another was incredibly hesitant in finding a vein on his other hand, such that Madara snatched the syringe from the doctor's shaking hands, giving no one a chance to react.     ❛ I can do it. ❜     all movements dropped the ice pack on the floor with a loud crack. And Madara could ; He was an insanely fast learner, with eyes so keen, even ill he could see where his veins are.