#conciido

[shelteredwhirlwind-deactiva-blog]

@conciido | cont. from here

 She looked up at Madara, then at the sleeping Trico, then down at their hands laced together. Was she still afraid? yes, very much so. Her parents were beginning to suspect she was sneaking out when they weren’t home. She took a breath and looked at Madara again.

“They’re getting worse. Im not allowed to keep my door closed anymore, mother threatened to take it off completely if i shut it. Father goes through my bookshelf constantly, I think be believes I have a diary or something.” she muttered

Since meeting Madara she had stopped calling her parents momma and papa, they weren’t parents; not the kind that deserved her care and love at least.

[rosehairphantom]

🌹 @conciido Asked for a Starter 🌹 It was dark, and she couldn’t see anything. Her hands were bound, her mouth was gagged, and there was a dark cloth covering her head. Body ached all over and she could feel the warmth of her own blood dripping down her chin and oozing from various kunai wounds. Claire had been beaten almost to the point of blacking out, before the enemy clan overwhelmed her. She had fought long and hard in order to save her family against the attack, but she was outnumbered and her clan was caught off guard. She was all that was left now. Something hit her in the back and caused her to fall to her knees with a muffled grunt. Voices were heard around her and then the cloth was taken off her head. Squinting at the sudden brightness, she found herself on the ground in front of a man. He was big and intimidating with long, onyx hair, and cold, hard midnight colored eyes. But she met his gaze, refusing to let him think he had any sway over her. If only she knew her fate… A man stood next to her and bowed before the other man, and her world froze at his words. “Madara-sama. I bring you the last surviving member of the enemy village. May this spoil of war, among the other treasures, please you.” She was to be her enemy’s prize. She was to be Uchiha Madara’s prize.

[blood-haired-god]

@conciido

 you would be surprised to learn the truth, young man. whenever madara feels nervous or anxious as it is, he’d fidget with gloved fingers, right hand curling to a fist and nails digging into leather, scratching over and over against fabric.     would he not wear those gloves he’d scratch himself open, then it becomes obvious how stressed he is. how trapped he feels, and that madara, in fact, does feel guilt. to have abandoned an innocent child, no, to have seduced a woman in the first place. perhaps, under different circumstances and would they live within a world kinder than their current one, madara would have been able to take care of an infant: would want one in the first place.

    „i do.“ more lies nagato doesn’t deserve, more of these madara will not give. „but you would not understand, and i do not want you to try. the past is in the past.“

A huff, but he does not comment on the statement. A man is free to talk about himself on his own terms; he will not push him, however it would have been nice to know more about him - after all he did know so little. so so little... And he was afraid that the unknown will be turned against him and he is vulnerable. He’s a frail man, a sincere man, with a heart so broken...A truth he feared.

It was however nice to know Madara was a man with regrets and guilt and a past that haunt him. This world did not forgive those that lived in it for they all created a hell they perpetuated with every generation.

“Then... is there any chance we can get to know each other enough to trust?...”

[problematicroleplayers]

go check the blog temmiy. she is threatening to 'glass' Ronin.

Negative, she’s intending to glass user bellatrixignis instead. We have asks of Arya bypassing the block system (which is against tumblr’s TOS) to specifically send anons to sharkbroz saying they’re threatening Nina, instead.

Which, “I wasn’t threatening you, I was threatening Y” isn’t any better.

And the proof. Saved on the Wayback machine in case she decides to delete the post.

(Note the likes on the post, affirming and reinforcing Arya’s awful behavior.)

Here are the anons sent to sharkbroz. Normally yes, it’s very hard to believe an anon claiming to be someone else, but Arya is known for breaking Tumlbr’s rules regularly so she can continue to go after people. 

You don’t get to be private when you try to control people and mistreat them, Arya. 

[duckbuttsurvivor]

[Text] This is going to sound a little strange, but what's the best way to get blood stains out of clothes?

{ Text } Do I even want to know...? Just buy new clothes?

[loonelybird]

[[ gosh, your art? Amazing. ♡ ]]

Thank you very much! It’s a so rewarding to hear the kind words! 😊

[quiet-kunoichi]

[Closed RP]

@conciido Kimiko had heard of this man, this man burning in infamy, ruling a group of wayward assassins with a blood-stained fist. It wasn’t in her first interest to approach him how she so dreamed to - with her hand wrapped at his throat, his mouth agape, begging her for mercy. To which she would grant none, and snuff out his light of life before he could continue to embarrass himself. These were merely daydreams, however. Truly, how could she forget the man who cost her so much grief, so many nights of wrenching sorrow? He stole her idea of a good world, he squashed the lives of the ones she loved. Consequently, the very idea that he was still roaming this earth with a beating heart repulsed the woman. This is the very reason she has set out to join such a group. Being closer to him provided a better chance to bury his skull beneath the heel of her boot.  Kimiko kept in mind the idea of a name change -- he would surely recognize her clan name and from there, the trust would be broken.

[blood-haired-god]

tiny tiny paws

send ‘tiny paws’ to give my muse a kitten!

not a cat - a kitten. if reblogged by a multi-muse blog, please specify which muse gets the kitten.description of kitten can either be chosen by the sender or the receiver.go forth and give the gift of kittens!

Madara promptly plops a kitten in his lap. The poor thing is small and black and mews constantly.

“What is this? What do you want me to do with it?” He won’t say no to the kitten, obviously, it’s too cute, but WHY???