I will never not reblog this
^u’re all forgetting this guy right here
madara remembers that time Gai hirudora’d his ass
the uchiha slayers are here
I can’t get over the fact that Gai is all “whos this shit?” like Gai is too cool for this, that’s the real power of his beast-face.
hahaa beastface how could obito
[outofcreases; I don’t really think Gai’s acting cool here. Either he really doesn’t recognize Madara from the Six Paths form. Or he’s just doing the whole Kisame thing again. Forgetting enemies’ names.]
i don’t care who you are. STOP whatever you’re doing and just PLEASE watch this
The air around the two males was thick— Yet at the same time chilled one to their very bones - if one was not accustomed to it, it would be very hard to breath in. The scent it carried was nearly the same as the scent of a rotting corpse, yet the God did not seem to care in the slightest bit. Rather he enjoyed the rather hellish feeling that both he and his realm gave off. It made him feel like a K I N G of the damned.
Leaning forward ever so slightly, the bones hanging from Jashin’s belt clunked together. The tapping of his fingers had ceased finally and the only sound that could be heard now was the screams of the tortured from down below—
"As I have stated many times, my information has not - and shall never be - free.”
A consummated tension beguiled the Uchiha, his senses are shot and the mere presence of the man before him shook the very foundations of the place. Never has the Uchiha experienced such power, such vigor. Albeit, such death and rot surrounded the presence. No, he was no fool. He knew this comes at a price.
The very derivation of his voice seems to contradicts the rather foul mouthed colleague he had the displeasure of meeting. Though, this made it easier to communicate in a steady manner. Unlike most ungodly cults, this one made him shiver, his very being tingled at the sound of shackling bones.
It resounded, and left the Uchiha in amidst a passing thought. Such invigorating power.
"As expected." the Uchiha spoke, slowly. The aggravation of “god” would be most unwise. "What is it you wish?"
Long, skeleton like fingers tapped on the arm rest of the God’s throne of morbidity as his abyss like eyes stared into the very soul of the being that stood before him. His gaze was nearly as chilling as the look that had become adorned by his pale features and his voice mimicked the sound of thunder within a storm—
"What is it that you want from me?"
The ghastly southern wind broke free, ghouling wails of utter reluctance hit the genuine black robes of the figure who stood calmly before the storm. Thunder rolled, roaring intensely. Lightning struck, revealing a faint visage of the silhouette before the ungodly presence.
Only crimson eyes gleamed brightly in the silent darkness. Waiting, preying. A vying gaze, two caged beasts within similar optics. They hunger.
Their owner spoke, in the most mystifying voice he could muster.
"Today has been less productive than usual."
It is for one of these reasons
- I dont have the muse for that thread at the moment
- I didnt see your reply
- I haven’t gotten to it yet
- I dont know what to write
- Im dumb
It is never because
- I hate you
- I’m ignoring you
- you are a bad role player.
Are we clear?
I love you all!
If I ever approach you for an interaction here or on any of my other blogs, I am not looking to ship. I’m looking for an interaction. A friendship, enemyship, anything. I want real relationships put down in writing. If a ship develops from there, then that’s great. But I’m not ever going to approach you and immediately ask for a ship, because that’s not how roleplay should be and that is definitely not how I work.
I actually don’t find being called quality a compliment. To be honest, it feels more like a category of who is good and who isn’t, a reminder that rping has become a system of hierarchy. What does quality even mean? It should not have to be that way. I’m just like you. I try to better my writing, develop my character, and enjoy my rps with those I have the honor to interact with. That’s all. It feels like we are constantly at competition with each other — isn’t this supposed to be for fun? -redemptionis