indestructible.

"The concept of hope is nothing more than giving up - a word that holds no true meaning." - - - - - - - - - - - Tracking: iincxndium Please read the rules before interaction, thank you! Any and all icons I use are not mine and belong to their rightful owners and creators!

[dragons-rpmeme]

Send 'Wait! What are yo-' for my muse to straight up kiss your muse

Or send ‘Mmmf!’ for your muse to straight up kiss mine

[dragons-rpmeme]

Send 'Wait! What are yo-' for my muse to straight up kiss your muse

Or send ‘Mmmf!’ for your muse to straight up kiss mine

[xamiboy]

マダラうちは

[iincxndium]

@nothatsmytree

      Madara continues to hold her close, a small smile tugging on his lips and he responds, sitting down with Hashirama on his lap, “It went as well as any escort mission could and not yet but I’d like to stay like this for a while.” The dark haired male held her close to his body, enjoying the warmth she gave off and shifting her body so that she is facing her book once more. 

      “How are the twins? Are they doing well?” Madara asks, nuzzling her hair from behind once more as his hands rested around her waist.

[cornchipz-revival]

the best of tumblr confusion

[morgendag]

&.remember me( sentences )

for those long lost lovers, parted friends. those tearful, feisty reunions among lost souls who once parted ; use with care, with whoever you want. be sure to interpret the way you want to , because what i see is surely not the same as you. all are put together by me, so please excuse the strange english. 

“I… didn’t think you’d remember me. “

“H–hey… r–remember me ?”

“I can’t —- believe it’s you ?”

“After all this time… and you’re still as gorgeous as ever.”

“You would think… That I have forgotten, and yet… here I am.”

“It’s been a while… hasn’t it ?”

“Ah… It was supposed to be our anniversary today, right?”

“How come you always come around… when I need you the least.”

“Glad you’re here — But where the FUCK were you when I needed you.”

“Come again… ? I’m not — sure I remember you… “

“No I—- I think… i k–know you , don’t I ?”

“I told you. I don’t want to meet up again.”

“You didn’t even BOTHER to say goodbye. Why are you back?!”

“Why — Why are you back again!?”

“Oh look. A walking nightmare. Thank you and goodbye.”

“Okay , you didn’t have the time to stope me the first time, but now you seem to have it. Why?” 

“Why?”

“What happened to us?”

“We stopped talking —– I don’t know if… you remember?”

“I am so sorry that I left.”

“Wait — Please, let me explain — ( name ) !”

“There was not one day… I spent not regretting. Who said I wanted this?”

“Hey… It’s me — “

[iincxndium]

      { Hello, hello lovelies! I have returned and have re-vamped my blog a bit. Go take a look! Also, my url changed to iincxndium!! }

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

[noldien]

And the only solution was to stand and fight And my body was bruised and I was set alight But you came over me like some holy rite And although I was burning, you're the only light Only if for a night Florence + the Machine - Only if for a Night

[iincxndium]

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. Pass it on to your mutuals others for a better understanding of their muses.

Tagged by: @nothatsmytree [ aw thank you lovely~ <3 ]

Name: Madara Uchiha Age: 33-36 years old. Gender: Male Nationality/ethnicity: He grew up on the battlefield and raised to expect the unexpected. Eventually Madara helps his friend (and rival) build Konohagakure

Birthplace: The Uchiha compound Birthday: December 24th Sun Sign: Capricorn Residence: Konohagakure Martial Status: Single. Alignment: Neutral Evil.

» L I K E S Drink: Green tea. Food: Inarizushi; meat products with some vegetables on the side. Day or Night: Night Song: Perfect Susano’o theme. Quote: “The longer you live, the more you realize that reality is just made of pain, suffering and emptiness.” Summons: The Nine-tailed fox and falcons; (later) the ten-tails. Books: He is a man that values history quite a bit and has some old scrolls from his clan from way back when that he enjoys reading from time to time -- whether it is leisure reading or for references or research. Or just old scrolls from various clans in general; he is a genius for a reason you know. Colours: Earthy colors, bright red, orange or yellow and some shades of blue. Flower: Ēderuwaisu; because they remind him of the strength of his clan and how they can withstand pretty much anything and still come out on top. Sexuality: Demisexual

» L O O K S Body type: Toned; lean and semi-muscular. Eye colour: Dark, dark brown Hair colour: Coal black Body reference: n/a Beauty Scale: 7 out of 10; attractive but he doesn’t think so.

Tagging: @thatothersenjubrother & anyone who wants to do this.

[alchemydaddy]

A big hello everyone! This is a brand new rp blog for the ultimate queen- Sakura Haruno. Do you mind reblogging/liking this if you’re  also an rp blog? I would love to start  following people and get some interactions going. :)

[iincxndium]

✣ bringing them food

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours… 

      Madara had been working particularly hard on this report and he glanced over when the door slid open and his wife appeared with a tray of steaming tea and treats. He sets down his brush and watches her approach him with said tray and a warm smile on her lips.

      “No need to exert yourself, Hashirama. I could have gotten the tea myself.”

[nothatsmytree-deactivated202212]

“You’re the best leader for the Uchiha, Madara… They would have been lost with out someone like you,” Hashirama held the tray she had carried the tea and sweets in on against her chest, feeling that this was her fault that the Uchiha was treating Madara like this. “Forgive me… I did not mean to make things harder for you… That’s the last thing I want is to make your life more complicated.”

Hashirama placed a hand to her slightly swollen belly, rubbing it some. “Just because of a mixed bloodline, that does not make a child something like that. I know very well that many of the Uchiha are unhappy with me, but these will be your children… Blood shouldn’t matter like that.”

[iincxndium]

     Seeing her reaction and agony, Madara says with assured confidence, “No, it just shows that they never had any faith in me to begin with.” And his gaze softens on her and he reaches out to place his hand over hers, saying, “Any child we create is going to outshine anyone else’s.”

      “So please, just because my clan is throwing a tantrum is nothing for you to stress over.”

[iincxndium]

Disobedient || Closed

[iincxndium]

      Madara had expected more of a fight from Sasuke but honestly, this is a bit disappointing and he raised it once more, smacking it hard against his ass. He watches the boy spasm and notice the slight twitch of the boy’s thighs. Then, he smirked a little at the sight of his pet, bent over and helpless - it would be so easy to… NO! 

      “Tell me, what did you do to deserve this punishment?”

[sassynekosasuke-archived-deacti]

                                                         {猫}

An insolent huff is given. How does Madara expect Sasuke to keep count AND give him an explanation. “I’m sure you’re already perfectly aware of that.” The boy hisses, once again voicing the number. His body arches slightly, trying to escape the bite of the cane, but the couch doesn’t leave anywhere to go. Somewhere in the back of his mind,  Sasuke knows that this is exactly what had landed him here in the first place. His sharp mouth. 

“I told you I wouldn’t wear the damned collar outside. And you threw a tantrum.”

[iincxndium]

      “You dare talk back to me?” Madara snapped at the other as he dropped the cane and he grabs the collar of his shirt. The elder drug the male, not caring if he got hurt on the way, towards the basement and opened the door to the basement, or the “playroom”, that is two flights of stairs below. Madara drug him down the stairs and kicked him down to the hard cement floor below.

[iincxndium]

✣ bringing them food

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours… 

      Madara had been working particularly hard on this report and he glanced over when the door slid open and his wife appeared with a tray of steaming tea and treats. He sets down his brush and watches her approach him with said tray and a warm smile on her lips.

      “No need to exert yourself, Hashirama. I could have gotten the tea myself.”

[nothatsmytree-deactivated202212]

Hashirama had been having to take it easy due to her being pregnant, but today she felt rather energetic, so she was wanting to do something nice for Madara. Even if it was just some tea and imagawayaki. “Perhaps you could have, but I got to it first~” She let out a soft laugh before setting the tea and sweet buns on to the table. 

After a moment she looked over at the documents that Madara was working on. “Hmm? You have more work? I thought you’d be close to being done for the day. Did something happen?”

[iincxndium]

      “Well, my clan is demanding that I retire and hand my position to someone who ‘has time to fufill clan duties as the leader’ and now have been sending me messenger hawks to make me relent. Like that will happen--they can try and rip the position from my cold, dead hands.” And he pushed the paper aside and picked up the tea, taking a sip of it and looked over his wife. 

      “It also has to do with the fact that I married a Senju and any child that I helped create will be deemed a bastard child because of the mixed bloodline.”

[kurogane-no-ryuu-archive-deacti]

Red and Black

[[ continuation from here ]]

@iincoendium

  Madara gave no answer, at first, as he studied his surroundings carefully and he responds with caution laced in his voice, “Yes. Why do you ask?”

A lone woman with long, deep, burgundy hair was lying along the bank of the river amongst the tall reeds. Perhaps it was a rare occurrence to see someone out this far away from the village at this ungodly hour. Ambient noises of night life surrounding them relieved the pair of complete silence after the Uchiha asked his question. 

Then suddenly, she slowly tilt her head up to meet the eyes of this supposed stranger. However, all the woman saw within the darkness was the overcasting shadow resembling that of a man, his features unrecognizable with the exception of red, glowing eyes looming over her.

There was great power within his aura that could threaten any shinobi and she was no exception, yet the red haired woman remained unmoving with a stoic expression on her pale face. There was something very haunting about her presence as well. 

Parting her lips, she replied to the shadowy figure, “Well, one should think it’s quite obvious. I desired to know, so I asked…” The woman turned slowly rose back onto her feet, smoothing out her plum, colored yukata and taking her time doing so. 

“Are you lost, good sir? Shall I tell you where you are?” 

You’re in a place where you don’t belong…

[iincxndium]

      Madara’s senses are on high alert at her words and his eyes closed briefly and he responds, opening them slowly and keeping his gaze on hers, “If you wish.” And he takes a moment to scan his surroundings, avoiding her direct eye contact, and to get a good measure of how long it would take for one of his messenger hawks back to Konoha. 

      About three days; he guessed he is somewhere in the Land of Earth and somewhere south of the capital village. But why is this woman here? Surely she isn’t collecting herbs or berries, this forest is not suitable for this sort of thing and when he realized this, he looked up at her, meeting her gaze completely with Sharingan on stage one.

[iincxndium]

✣ bringing them food

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours... 

      Madara had been working particularly hard on this report and he glanced over when the door slid open and his wife appeared with a tray of steaming tea and treats. He sets down his brush and watches her approach him with said tray and a warm smile on her lips.

      “No need to exert yourself, Hashirama. I could have gotten the tea myself.”

[iincxndium]

Disobedient || Closed

[iincxndium]

      “You will be.” Madara says icily, raising the cane up where it is slightly higher then Sasuke’s bent form and the older male brings it hard to the feline boy’s ass, watching as the boy’s tail twitched frantically out of pain (or pleasure, he honestly couldn’t tell anymore), and raised the cane again, bringing it harder against his ass. 

[sassynekosasuke-archived-deacti]

                                                         {猫}

It’s the tone that’s the worst of all. Disappointment writhes in Sasuke’s stomach like poison. He deserves this and he’ll take it with as much grace as he can manage. Hopefully by the time it’s over, Madara won’t have that cold look on his face. 

Sasuke’s breath hitches when he hears the cane cutting through the air, just seconds before it makes contact. A yelp forces its way past clenched teeth. Fuck, it hurt, but it never failed to send tingles down the neko’s back. “One.” 

When the adrenaline kicked in, feelings intermixed blindly. A shaky breath is taken in and nimble fingers dig into the fabric of the couch when the second hit is received. Sasuke remains upright in the position told to him. “T-two.” Sasuke’s voice catches at first, but he manages. 

He wonders how many Madara will give him. How bruised will he be before the older man is satisfied? 

[iincxndium]

      Madara had expected more of a fight from Sasuke but honestly, this is a bit disappointing and he raised it once more, smacking it hard against his ass. He watches the boy spasm and notice the slight twitch of the boy’s thighs. Then, he smirked a little at the sight of his pet, bent over and helpless - it would be so easy to... NO! 

      “Tell me, what did you do to deserve this punishment?”