Oʙsᴏʟᴇᴛᴇ Mᴏᴏɴ -- ;

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 Expression was gentle upon looking over his features, taking in the words he so calmly and wisely spoke unto her. There was a part of Daenerys that knew that in order for her goal to be reached blood would have to spill from time to time, however another part of her wanted to prevent that as much as possible. But there was no great story told without lives being claimed by the end of a sharp blade.

   She watches him move about, her arms crossed over her chest though not in an upsetting way. The final set of words that came from pale lips make the woman smile, though it were a gentle smile, “I truly hope you are right.”Her gaze goes way from him to the horizon, she soon glance behind her when hearing a set of footsteps approaching - it was the men to dispose of the deceased. Turning her attention back to the skilled swordsman,

   “Have you eaten? Are you thirsty? I welcome you to come inside and get proper nourishment.. if you desire it.”

  maybe it was the sound of flattery that he spoke , or just a boldfaced truth that it seemed would be quailed before a queen too many sought to smother in nonsensical pleasantries . the relishing of the dead had finished , almost untouched in the chaos as he ghosted over the corpses with a spectral grace , an uncanny elegance one would not believe a warrior to possess . when his votive aim was complete , he loomed near the mother of dragons , a bolstering swell imperceptibly conceived of her atmosphere , the woman for whom the gods tossed their lots . 

  greatness . in a world where hope and want were such small things in the scheme of life , he could see it in here . ‘ you humble me with your kindness , majesty , ‘ he speaks steadily , unwavering , still a strong note in the uchiha’s voice , one that wouldn’t accept powerlessness . with a powerful gaze he returned from the minute retrieval , all sequestered in a pouch in the lapel of his robe . it was a humbling notion , one accepted . for though the fight ceased to be over , even power and fate broke bread at the same table . 

  ‘ a meal ... would be fine . i certainly hope i am not imposing on you , my queen . ‘

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@procellacor​ -- ;

   the tidings had been unusual ,ones that predisposed them in a  manner effacing given the circumstances . it was too far into tumult , too chaotic . but something unusual was wrong , one the viddathari had    not predicted coming since his dealings with the inquisitor . a servant had fetched for him , rushing into robes and disregarding the bare      feet now swiftly trekking the halls as he sped towards where his lover was . something was wrong , but hope existed to make it right .

   ‘ kadan , i need you to tell me what has happened here . ‘

[obsolene]

[obsolene]

Alright guys, this is something I’ve been dwelling on a lot lately, so I’ll put it here: I’ve decided to completely relent on my rule about not shipping in the Naruto fandom. The reason that rule existed for so long was because I was insecure, and shipping as a whole is something that’s created debilitating problems for me before. But I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and things seem a lot better than what I went in with and that I really think there could be some amazing relationships I’ve been missing out on because of that rule.

However, it won’t be a complete free for all. I won’t ship Uchihacest, incest, with minor muses, or anything that’s just gross/triggering all around. And I will be highly selective, as well as mutually ship exclusive, but all in all I can earnestly say that I hope this opens the doors of possibility I know were closed before--but not anymore, thankfully.

[obsolene]

❝              Madhati says hairless men cannot be trusted.❞

   ‘ and why might that be ? ‘

[obsolene]

@procellacor -- ;

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  “Good evening, arasha.” Adhlea rephrased, pressing her forehead against   Madara’s once he settled beside her. Setting aside her work of books and   quills in favor of moving atop his lap, adjusting a blanket so its soft fleece   may fall around them both.

  “I have been here and rarely elsewhere tonight. Admittedly it was not my   original intention to stay so far into the evening.” But OH how DEEPLY   the mage invested herself! Never partially, always with the entirety of soul   and self. As was the nature of an impassioned scholar.

  A smile teases lips, a growing heat on her face as she rubbed her cheek   against her lovers. “Indeed it is, though I am pleased to admit it is ever   warmer with you near.” There is COMFORT to be taken beside her love,   warmth in his hold and SERENITY in his presence.

  With a contemplative hum Adhlea attempts to mentally flip through the long   list of books she’s skimmed this night. Some were paid no more than fleeting   glances whist others were poured over and analyzed as much as time allowed.   “Qunlot? Qunlot. I believe not. A shame, truly, I have not the pleasure to read   any of your peoples works.”

  With the forever precise work they pour into everything Adhlea may only   WONDER at their literature. Again she looks to Madara, eyes alight like   gold under flame. “Stay yet still, perhaps? Keep warm with me.”

   his principle recommendation since coming was admittedly forgotten , more content to situate himself in adhlea’s company rather than sleep alone . madara smiled as the      softness of her figure confirmed against his own musculature , the cloudy black  texture        of her hair becoming what he rested his chin upon . thankfully , the vicinity was absent of all commotion , sans that of the winds that flew down the frostbacks and the prickling crackle     of candles upon wooden wicks . even if he did not voice it , he was happiest with her , alone .

  ‘ books have a penchant for doing that . i highly doubt you can be blamed , kadan . ‘ there’s a smile secretive in his voice , craning someone to grace a fleeting kiss to her temple .      he liked seeing her like this ; adhlea’s expression of passion was one he contented in witnessing , one of the few gestures of intimacy he could partake in even , at times . 

   ‘ and you wonder why i sought you out ... ‘ it’s a shared sentiment . even if the  relations between elvhen and humans were regarded as odd at their best , within the    qun such divisions seldom existed , for the viddathari were regarded as one and the same .         below the qunari , maybe , but a realm outside of the rest of thedas all the same . 

  a distractedly rose to caress through her hair , twining it around her tapered ears . ‘ it is not a language commonly known , but one i would not mind teaching you , if you’d like . ‘    perhaps at a later time , for the night was for them . madara was more invested in  their conversation and intimacy the sometimes went without , reveling in it . 

   ‘ i don’t intend on leaving , adhlea . not unless you’d want me to . ‘ but even that  sounded more like a tease as he planted a tender kiss to her cheek , a slow and       warm display of affection before he pressed his jawline to her shoulder , cheeks  side by side and warmer than ever . his arms gave a soft squeeze to her midsection .

   ‘ now then . where were we with this ? ‘

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Daenerys heard of the blood being spilled, she was against it. She did not want anyone to become claimed by the very hands of death; however it had to be done. There was no other way. She knew what would become under her control, she knew that eventually, no matter how bad she did not want blood to taint the grounds, it was going to happen and she could either accept it or step down from her place, and it was obvious what road Daenerys chose.

 Her steps were leveled, light, and steady with a gaze that showed no value of emotion but a stern gaze that matched his own. As he speaks her eyes wander across the dead momentarily in silence before a breathe was taken in and let out, looking behind her toward the three guards that followed, “Rid the bodies.” Were her commands. They nod and went on their way to gather a few other men to help with the task, she watches them for a moment before turning her attention back to the stealthy assassin,

“A kingdom of blood is not what I desire..” She says softly, her hands coming together in front of her to rub together, “Though I do understand what you speak.” Her features softened, “Thank you for what you have done.”

  the mhysa was a woman unique in what she had accomplished , in her conquest of mareen with the unsullied army and dragons . it was what had brought him here in the first place , for the essosi assassin did not undertake mere assassins like the common lot . dark eyes ghosted over the moon-blanched queen , a targaryen of legend of whom the gods bore a prophecy . it was by this that he would remain , to shape the world as the fangs of the crescent were behooved to . though he had chosen to serve beneath her , madara did not perceive himself as lowly . rather the opposite . a tool of change that knew his instrumental place . 

  ‘ but a kingdom of justice , ‘ he amended with a strengthened and wise softness , sagely moving his gaze over that of the harpies . their robes of decadence and turquoise whilst stylized helms were stained in the vividness of red . ‘ justice will be red , on occasion . it will be hot and violent . and it is how it must be until your aims are fulfilled , your majesty . ‘ he drifted among them , snapping off peaceable tokens of identification -- marks to record for later . for his ledgers were red and viscous , but changing as the seas . cords snapped as he deftly collected , hardly a stain remaining on his person amid the carnage . 

  ‘ you are destined to be a world-changer . this is merely the beginning . ‘ collected does his voice remain , but even as he parts to a flank shaded , to swipe clean his blades -- the swords , myriad daggers -- seldom do his eyes leave her own .

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@lapxus​ -- ;

   he had advanced from beyond his own world , it succumbed to the tsukiyomi and its fell ministrations . but it had been done . all basking in peace , lost to their dreams in a world devoid of strife and suffering . beyond it , with some ability of the kamui utilized , so had he traversed beyond . irrespective of where it had taken him , madara knew that his power would still be difficult to contest . a verdant forest was a peaceful backdrop to his aimless traversal , not wanting nor caring as to where and when . it was peaceful , reminding him of a bygone childhood where leaves swept across a land that possessed a dream of peace . 

  it was fulfilled . now , he could simply sink to the turf of the glen and observe the sky , a rare impasse even for him .

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@irukas​ -- ;

    his was a name that drifted poison and war , blanching hope and crippling knobbly knees . it followed him , sowing the seeds of a needed chaos to imbibe what was to come : to prepare , to warn , as any impending dream would . lives had been lost , shinobi sacrificed for noble ideals that only brought contention and contrasts . there was violence in the world and it would be unstoppable until his ultimate solution was finally reached . a fleeting escape had been made from the final decimation of the allied offenses , of the nations whom had gathered to put a stop to an ultimate threat . a moment of reprieve was taken in a heavily forested vicinity where the silence waxed as fully as the moon itself , as it would that night . a dearth of silence that would be interrupted , madara regarding the snapping underbrush with a mere flick of eye , a reactionary impulse that he ignored . 

  shinobi . but nothing that would prove insurmountable , by the weak reserves of chakra they boasted . 

 ‘ return to your allies , shinobi . there’s nothing you can do here . ‘

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[obsolene]

kisses the mada lovingly on the nose ~

    ‘ merely on the nose , ‘ he states . to the easily offended , it would be droll , a harsh retaliation secreted in such a casual murmur ; a barb that would set edges and quiver hands , prickle flesh and widen eyes . yet , casually does he pull the divine inexorably towards him , coaxing her to straddle his lap and allow him to twine his arms about her waist . it’s casual , but undeniably sensual . he scoffs , a release to any tension only she would be oblivious to , and with sole reason .   ‘ i’m afraid that won’t be enough , vivienne . ‘ but , his smile is small and for her alone .

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@breakerofchaiins​ -- ;

    they had been fools , to think ambush would be plausible . the uchiha had circumnavigated them , saw through their feint and plunder withal the skyrocketing heights of mareen . they saw themselves as above , capable of usurping the mother . within dusted alleys and forlorn streets did he move , silencing the cries of harpies with the sheen and cut of a ruthless blade . no cries would emit , but a fearsome look of terror would overpower them as he slaughtered them . the streets ran bloody , devoured by death that he delivered . for the fang of the crescent struck ruthlessly , and in rich garbs would the headless remain whilst their skulls be saved for trophies and mounted for their wretched filth to avail . 

  the great pyramid hollowed with his coming , his savage , peerless walk none but the queen herself dare disturb . bowing curtly , within her midst he comes , face stern and power radiating dangerously . for he is a predator , eyes perpetually flinty and an implacable hardness coloring his being . 

  ‘ stripping their feathers is not enough . they must be destroyed down to their last if you expect peace , youe majesty . ‘

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i apologize for being away for so long, but if you’d like a starter, please like this! i really miss everyone and hope you’re doing well! ;a;

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Adhlea (f.) –> Light of dawn

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@traitorking​ -- ;

   tenebrous does the night fold , a cheated death profuse in wintry chill with the frigidity of that resentment . life should have been denied , without form nor falter within the land of fire . dreams colored recent memory , of letting go , of cups exchanged as comrades -- but it was empty , a lofty presumption that had not truly come to pass . madara stood assured in the embankments of snow , the crests of white glossed in faint illumine where the moon trekked after the cover of clouds finished their passage . days had passed , maybe weeks . he was remembering life , of a new immortality that had been bequeathed unto him . of the powers still extant , that terrifying spectacle that still had him craving for its exhilaration once more . remembrance would sate him , he muses . it had to . 

  in crackling firelight aside a wan fire , mantled with thick blankets , he kept vigil until a bright and errant light seized the evening . canting head in its direction , madara’s eyes narrow in suspicion . something was here -- something that didn’t bear chakra . the faint clangor of armor sounded as he arose and let the blankets shed from him , abandoning his place of temporary rest as he strode towards the place of impact . yes , indeed something -- or someone -- was there . 

  ‘ who are you ? ‘