#igneusrex

[goldenyondaime]

@igneusrex

I have loved you for a thousand years.

Lifetimes blurred together.

Do you regret it? A voice whispers as he looks into those eyes. “Yes,” is always the same answer, yet deep down -

Never.

Forever begins to feel like home at some point. So much faith in the beginning of this, hope, innocence on both sides -

Naivety. Ignorance was bliss, and he wished to go back to those days, to that time when they’d been so hopeful and foolish. To destroy it, to cherish it, he was never truly sure. The constant of that man was slowly fading with lifetimes, but..

He waited. A thousand lifetimes, years, and in many, Madara never showed up. Died young, never born, and Minato knew he could end this at any time. He doesn’t hope anymore, lies expects nothing, always does, is always crushed yet..

“Who are you?” Those eyes are curious, yet guarded.

“No one.” And he stays, takes what he can get because he’s waited this long. Time stands still at times, yet he still waits.

A thousand years pass. And Minato will wait a thousand more, if need be, to find the one in which they both belong. And he’ll die a thousand times, if only to see him again.

No matter what it takes.

I’ll love you for a thousand more.

[techmaestro]

“you want me to fight someone?”

Tony blinked at the question, then gave a little laugh, ducking his head slightly as he looked at the papers and legislation scattered around him like a war zone. “Do you mean in court or in person because I would probably take either one right now.”

[goldenyondaime]

@igneusrex

YEAH SO SOMEONE LEFT THIS IN MY INBOX AND IT’S THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER OKAY.

[blurredsharingan]

@igneusrex said: 'murder by moonlight' how very classically horrific

Deeiiiii heeeeeyyy!!! :D It’s only a classic because it works so well. Kags is a pragmatist in such things.

[gaishu-isshoku-blog]

The armor lacquer smells so strongly. It's a bitch to get out of hair and fabric, and Mikumo knows she'll stink of its metallic smell for /days/. It is not, however, her concern to be pretty or fragrant. She finishes her elder brother's armor and sets it down beside her own smaller one to dry. "Would you like tea?" she calls to him.

Just like she will reek of the stuff, the whole house will as well, and yet it’s not exactly a smell he hates. It’s, in a way, a comfort. Just like the faint odor from the oil he now dabs on their kunai. Her call has him leaning to look around the door at her.

“Please.” is the answer she gets before he continues his work.

[techmaestro]

"He's still an old pruney dick, Tony, I'm sorry." Especially after THAT fiasco? Nah-uh.

“Are you actually more upset about this than I am right now?”

[techmaestro]

Scowls impressively because Tony, no. Yeah you could hug the grandpa but he also deserves an uppercut, okay.

“Oh come on, don’t make that face Maddiekins, it’s okay to hug Steve sometimes.”

[gaishu-isshoku-blog]

/Your kunai are rusting,/ she says through chakra. Twins, and both innate sensors to boot. Needless to say they gave their parents a headache and a handful.

A frown crosses his face as he thinks, and then he nods. It has been some time since the last cleaning. /I’ll do yours as well./ He tells her, going to fetch the wooden box from the shelf in the living room. Madara brings it back over, lifts the lid and pulls out the kit, cotton, oil and all, then sets to work on the first set pushed to the left.