#divaur

[ophidae-a]

AESTHETIC MEME + @divaur

my children will shape the universe....

personals do not interact  . 

[meistoshi-a]

leons waiting for u to kick his ass mr. toshi

[weaponwield]

hey, smooth obito!

“i don’t look like obito.” he is on his way to the elite tracking unit to put a hit out on you, immediately. highest bounty he can afford. ( he cannot fully confirm or deny if they look similar, as he hasn’t seen obito since childhood. but shisui is going to dig his heels in either way. it’s the principle ). “do not call here again.”

[sharkfinx]

@divaur​ said: [tobi laying seductively across a piano (where did he get that???)] omelette du fromage ;)

“ ...........You’re doing great, little fella. Du fromage you too! ” He clapped; confused yet there as not once Kisame wouldn’t show his support towards the others members. Even if he didn’t understand. 

[scnsei-a]

iruka, to his Boyfriend™️ who is a certifiably better ninja than he is, absolutely no contest: no but i’ll protect you with my Fucking Life. I’ll do it. absolutely I can do it, no sweat. I’ll die if I have to, I don’t care, I’ll-

[fightingdreamcrs-aa]

@divaur​ asked: obito smacks gai's ass & nods sagely. that's some Choice Meat™ right there.

The sound rings out and Gai stops, turning to Obito with a look. He studies him for a moment and then grins, a warm chuckle escaping him. “Thank you for your appreciation. You know... if that’s a path you want to follow I might have some suggestions on how best you can continue to display admiration.”

Arms fold across the chest and his look is something more of a challenge, thought the details of it are not clear. Perhaps he’s deciding on how best to return the admiration, mind knitting it into a challenge, ensuring that he not only reciprocates but out performs the other. 

“Are you up for the challenge?” 

[movedfistsbled]

shoutout  to  @divaur  for  the  art. lee  telling  it  how  it  is  .

[birds-multimuse-moved]

It's spreading.

[shieldedemblem]

father i crave violence

“ well kid. no one’s stopping you. just don’t get caught, got it ? ”

[seizasa-a]

you  can coax the  cold right out of  me d r a p e    m e   i n    y o u r    w a r m t h the rapture in the dark puts me at ease t h e   b l i n d   e y e  o f   t h e   s t o r m let's  go  for  a  walk  down  easy  street w h e r e    y o u    c a n    b e    r e b o r n kiss me on the  mouth  and set me free b u t     p l e a s e      ,      d o n ' t     b i t e

@divaur                   /                   @seizasa​

(                              psd                               )

[daybreakrising]

@divaur​ sent:  "well, gramps, it's almost christmas," electing to ignore the geezer's birthday being on the eve, "what're you getting me?" smug. obito knows he's being a little shit.

Madara felt the muscle under his eye twitch.

“A smack in the mouth, you little shit.” He hates him. He doesn’t, but he does.

[feraliix]

@divaur​ said:  obito looks at kakashi Disrespectfully... whos child is this???

kakashi stares back with twice the disrespect. honestly... kids these days..... “taking a picture will last longer, dipstick.”

[weaponwield]

brother. i crave violence.

a loud laugh and an open-handed slap to indra’s the back. asura is grinning, carefree and wide. where his brother is reserved, standoffish even, asura is generous with his cheerfulness. he has plenty to spare, even for a sourpuss like his older brother. besides, he thinks being laughed with ( or, as this moment calls for, being laughed at ) may do indra some good. remind him everything isn’t as damn serious as he thinks it is.

“brother, you’ve become funny in your old age.” asura is capable of speaking to his brother like the old souls they are, like men whose spirits have chased each other ‘round for centuries. but he prefers something more familiar. he will always be indra’s little brother, after all. lifetimes later and he hasn’t lost the inclination to tease and annoy. perhaps he never will. “i, for one, crave breakfast. let’s experience the cuisine that this new age has to offer, shall we?”

asura doesn’t give indra the chance to decline, simply loops his arms into his brother’s and begins to drag him along.

[sharkfinx]

@divaur​ said: 🚿 chill i just need to know if u know if we still have lemons

SEND 🚿 OR ‘WHOOPS!’ TO WALK IN ON MY MUSE IN THE SHOWER!

          Kisame blinked in disbelief as Tobi just opened the shower box so casually, shampoo still in his hair as he barely took the bubbles out of his eyes. “ Couldn’t you wait.. a little or. Uh. Second red drawer in the third storage room, just aside from the oranges......can you close the door. It’s getting cold.” Looking over his shoulder without turning around, Tobi was really weird sometimes. It wasn’t a surprise... maybe that was just one of his pranks. 

[fightingdreamcrs-aa]

@divaur​ asked: “ it’s not your fucking fault. ” kakashi can have a little feelings, as a treat

It’s not your fucking fault. The words rang in his ears, tightening his throat, choking whatever sentence he had been attempting to form leaving Kakashi to simply stare at Obito instead. The way Obito could cut through to the heart of the issue; still sear past the masks and subterfuge to the matter truly on his mind unnerved him. He had put so much energy into not being seen to be vulnerable but Obito could undo it all in a breath.  

Swallowing he turned his gaze away, leaving only the fabric covering the left side of his face directed the other as he recollected himself, taking the time needed to hold the mask in place. While the words might exonerate him from the significant weight of his guilt, he was not able to alleviate himself of that burden just yet. He was too much like the trash Obito had spoken of, made too many mistakes that had cost the two closest to him so much. 

“You don’t need to offer me platitudes, Obito...” he sighed, tone dry and clear, spoken in that pragmatic way that he knew got beneath the other’s skin but used it anyway because it was the only way to feel like he was coping. He could accept that there was still something of their friendship left, that their bond was shaken viciously but not broken. This, however, was too much. He did not deserve the Uchiha’s kindness. 

“I know what I’ve done... what I am...”  he murmured, head tipping to look down at his wrapped hand, the combination of numb feeling and sharp static shocks still lingering like a phantom in his skin. He flexed fingers as he thought on darker times, where he’d used his jutsu in a way that had endangered his team, had slammed the very same jutsu through Rin’s chest as though he had not learnt his lesson. Fingers clenched tighter until nails bit at his palm, forcing himself to keep his breath steady as he thought about his ignorance, refusing to listen when he should have heeded Obito’s words... what difference those precious seconds might have made if he would have just listened.

Swinging his arm out of sight he let it drop to his side, slowly unclenching his fingers and taking a steadying breath before he turned back to look directly at the other. For a moment he said nothing then offered a smile - the gesture a farce of closing his exposed eye and adding a jovial tone - as though it might pull the wool over the eyes of someone who truly knew him and changed the subject. 

“Come on, we have a mission.” 

[movedfistsbled]

#except lee      #he is not confident in his ability to kill rock lee

damn  fucking  straight  you  can’t  .