seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Thailand
seen from Singapore
seen from Netherlands
seen from Russia
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
MESSAGE. 🌵 we've never spoken, but nezu is extremely daughter-shaped so--- @obselene
RELATIONSHIP WISHLIST ! ( accepting )
familial relationship: parental
sleep . well... if madara tied his long hair back in a ponytail, then he, too, will be dad-shaped!
@obsolene | starter “The difference to being completely and utterly under control and devoid of any freedom is a stark contrast to what I am experiencing now. Still doesn’t mean I don’t crave the feeling of being home, though.”
Ara vhen'an-- Where you are, that is my home.
TRACKS (song // artist)
▌Little Talks // Of Monsters and Men ▌Somewhere Only we Know // Lily Allen ▌Cosmic Love // Florence & the Machine ▌You are the Moon // The Hush Sound ▌I Found // Amber Run ▌Not with Haste // Mumford & Sons ▌Boats and Birds // Gregory and the Hawke ▌All of Me // Angus && Julia Stone
Listen Here ▌ @obsolene
HAILED THE MAGIC CONCH 🐚 @obsolene
Tucked in a corner and nearly buried under an avalanche of blankets it would have been easy to mistake the Inquisitor for simply a messy pile of comforters. Books stack beside her like walls, some simply to raise candles and other splayed about with notes tacked on. The library is emptied of all except Adhlea and the caged ravens overhead. Occasionally a trill and flutter could be heard from the feathered informants but beyond that SILENCE blanketed.
Scribbling further notes the elf resists the urge to retire for the night if only to avoid disrupting her thoughts. The numbing quiet continues briefly before amber eyes rise to meet softly approaching footsteps. Had she not the SHARPENED senses of the Elvhen it’s unlikely Adhlea would know who approached so late. But she knows that quiet step, a familiar scent; She knows exactly who it is before sight promises such.
“Madara! You are about rather late." Or perhaps EARLY in retrospect. “Did you have any idea how many inconsistencies there are in Circle tomes? Poor things have everything backwards. I’ve been rewriting things on separate sheets all night.” Still she lays down her quill, pushing aside parchment to focus her attention on the human.
“What brings you? I do hope everything is well?”
💋 "show your fealty. kiss my feet, swordsman. show your allegiance to the akatsuki."
“I WILL NOT kiss your feet, MADARA-SAMA. You have my allegiance, but my PRIDE is my own.”
He WOULD however, kiss the Uchiha’s hand. Going down on one knee, he took Madara’s hand in his own, and laid a kiss to the very top top. He let his gaze flicker up to meet Madara’s as his lips rested against his cool skin, before he let his mouth slip away, a smile playing on the shark’s lips.
”MY LIFE IS YOURS TO USE.“
obsolene
There is a great, dark stag in the confines of this dripping forest.
Roland follows it, as it touches carefully with its cloven hoofs the gently sinking mud, the after of the rain, as moss and bits of green and browning leaf hang from the jutted spikes of its antlers; as it snorts, and gives deep, huffing puffs of air through the bellows of its lungs. Old poetry warbles in his throat; he bodily clasps a hand over his mouth to prevent it, as he stalks this creature, hidden in the highest branches of the thickest trees. He scales them, from branch to branch, like a silent predator.
But, he is not predator. He finds nothing in his heart so predatory. He is a watcher, and his joy is so great at finding this magnificent beast that it threatens to have him in tears. Summer airs dance about Roland’s head, and he goes laughing behind the great black beast, shaking the leaves of his branches and stilling as a wet stone when it pricks its ears in attention. He moves as it moves; he breathes as it breathes. His satchel is forgotten, hung from the crook of a branch somewhere in the highest nesting, some miles away.
The stag is nearly his height, sans the antlers. Roland’s face grows giddy, and laughter bubbles up in his throat. Whirls of bright images of mixed transformations and old science warble quietly behind his eyes. He gently bites his lip.
Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.
obsolene replied to your post:gimme an au where kisame is a singer pls
au where kisame isn’t annoying xoxo madara
r00D.
obsolene
再生 — ‘ relics from the past should learn to stay dead. . . ’
