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       PROMO.    could you please reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with a fandomless oc with way too many verses that i ultimately never use,     SACHI.      she may not be a magical girl ready to transform   &   save your life,   but she is ready    &    willing to make     a concerted effort to meddle in your muses life even if she doesn’t have the slightest idea of what she’s doing !!   aint she a trooper !!

         she simultaneously tries way too hard   &   not hard enough, while consciously enabling her own borderline unhealthy coping mechanisms      —-     cringeworthy puns,  fresh out the oven,   coated in a thick glaze of existential crises,  anyone ?       ah,   but whats her  pull,  i hear you ask ?   what makes her an interesting, engaging character,  worthy of your time,   pray tell ?       well …       / FLIPS TABLE   &  RUNS.

by brie. 

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plotting call !

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≋O≋O≋C≋ :  I haven’t been on this account in ages, rip.

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You capture Kakashi's voice so well and have clearly put a lot of time and thought into your headcanons. Your roleplays are some of my favorites to read on the dash! We've done a lot of threads now, throughout multiple parts of Kakashi's life, and you always do a fantastic job taking into account the different circumstances of each one. 10/10 would reccomend

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Um Daisy, I love you?? We’ve been RP partners for some time now ( OG Squad!! ) and I’ve enjoyed every second of it! Thank you for both your kind words and constant support. And an even bigger thankyou @Iruka  for dealing with the trash boi.

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your portrayal of kakashi is so good!!! we haven't written too much together yet but your starter made me so happy because your kakashi is written so well! it's exciting seeing you on my dash and i love talking about your opinions of kakashi because you have such good and fun headcanons!! i really love your kakashi and i think you capture him sooooo well!!!!

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Val!!!! Thank you so much! That means so much to me! I love your Yamato and cannot wait to explore their relationship more! You’re lovely to talk to ooc and I love the depth and care you put into your portrayal.

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your portrayal is phenomenal! i have heartily enjoyed all of our interactions, and i feel like you have an excellent thumb on the pulse of kakashi in his mannerisms and thought processes! <3 ily julia

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Thanks Angel!! It means a lot to me that you think that!! I’d like to throw those words right back at you regarding your Iruka! ily too <3

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rpmemedumpster:

This mun is now accepting feedback! 

Please remember there’s a difference between hate, constructive criticism, and giving praise because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.

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STARTER FOR @woodenveins

                Three days.

        Three days had passed since the war had ended. Three days since Yamato had been found, passed out cold among the rest of those who were influenced by the Tsukuyomi. Since then, the jounin had remained static in his hospital bed, perhaps suffering from fatigue more than anything else. With the village in ruins around them, the injured or resting were placed in temporary buildings that made for makeshift hospitals.

        For once, Kakashi wasn’t the one in the hospital. He wishes he was, wishes that he could take the place of Gai and Yamato, take their pain and bear it as his own. However, he’s well aware that there’s nothing he can do--it seems that the sinking feeling of uselessness was becoming a popular trend within him.

       ❝ Have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty? ❞ the Copy Ninja drawls once he hears the younger man stir for the first time in days. It’s the subtle change in his breathing, the way the bed strains in protest as his weight shifts ever so slightly. On a more serious note, Kakashi turns away from the window, to face his kohai. There’s a moment of hesitance ( stemmed from guilt, perhaps? ) that fills the room before the Hatake approaches his bedside.

      Kakashi waits for a minute, letting the man come to his senses, before taking a seat on the tail end of the bed. His movements are slow, as if not to startle Yamato ( shinobi senses were especially on edge during times of confusion and vulnerability ). Once seated, he regards the former ANBU with a certain aspect of relief in his eyes, accompanied by a soft fondness he reserves only for those he cares for from time to time.

        ❝ Welcome back, Tenzou. ❞

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      she  hums  softly  to  herself  as  she  rummages   through  his  cupboards,  search  ceasing  once  she  procures  two   teabags.  she  aligns  them  within  each  of  the  two  mugs  with   care,   tugging  the  strings  to  set  them  straight  before   answering  his  question  brightly;

❛   they’re going well ! i’m really learning a lot, just the other day i was able to master poison extraction and next week, hopefully, i’ll be able to sit in on high-risk operations.  they were quite surprised when i excelled quickly at surgical techniques. ❜   she  huffs  out  a  soft  laugh  at  this  but  it  fails  to  reach  her  eyes.  both  of  them  knew  she  had  polished  that  skill  in  the  most  tumultuous of  circumstances.

❛ speaking of which, Kakashi ━  your…the eye, how is it ?❜ she  stops  short  of  proclaiming  his  ownership  of  it,  knowing  and  embracing  the  fact  it  was not  his. she  grimaces  slightly  as  her  words  recall  the  memory  of  her   shaking  form  and  her  choked  sobs  as  she  struggled  to  steady   her  palm  enough  to  transform  it  into  a  chakra  scalpel.  her   skill had  far  outweighed  the  sheer  terror  and  grief of   the  situation,  and  she  had  been  able  to  finish  her  work   promptly.  ever  since,  she  periodically  checked  on  it  to  assure everything  was  right  but  having  been  apart  from  him  for  some time,  she  hadn’t  gotten  the  chance  to  do  so  recently.  ❛ i don’t have gloves so i can’t check it now, but is it giving you any discomfort ? ❜

the  loud  whistle  of  the  kettle  behind  them  breaks  through  the  medic’s  severity, announcing  that  the  water  had  boiled.  dainty  palm  makes  quick work  of  fixing  their  tea, thin  wrist  curving  gracefully  as   she  tilts  the  kettle  over  each  cup.  she  searches  for  some   sugar,   pouring  a  single  teaspoon  of  it  into  her  tea  and   stirring  it  before  letting  it  rest  and  turning  an  expectant  gaze  upon  him.

           Kakashi can’t say he’s surprised by her progression; Rin’s skills as a medic nin were to be admired, especially at such a young age. She was both level headed and technically gifted, resulting in the perfect candidate for the task. With injuries appearing left and right regardless of the war ending, the job of a medic nin was one that experienced a shortage in manpower, no matter how many of them were present. The casualties which came in on a daily basis far outnumbered those who were skilled enough to heal more than broken skin. Perhaps her abilities were far more remarkable than his own in many aspects--

           While he could only tear things apart ( break them ), she could build them back up ( heal them ).

          Lips press in a hard line as she inquires about the eye. As if in response, Obito’s gift throbs slightly under the weight of her gaze. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t any discomfort. There were nights where the pain would stir him awake, where he’d find himself pressing against the eyelid with his head in his hands. It eventually goes away, leaving him tired and empty. It’s a constant reminder of what’s not meant to be.

         ❝ Nothing unmanageable. ❞ he offers, using one hand to tug down his mask so it rests comfortably on his chin, while the other reaches for his cup. Bringing the rim to his lips, he crinkles his nose ever so slightly as the hot tea burns the tip of his tongue. 

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ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ - SWEETS

Kakashi’s dislike for sweets stems from his childhood experiences. Sakumo would always make baked goods. That being said, he’d make them far too sweet. Not wanting to offend his father or undermine his efforts, Kakashi would eat what was given to him without complaint.

He’s by no means a picky eater--he’ll eat what is presented to him--but rarely does he seek out any sort of dessert.

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ah, hello. it’s me, hatake kakashi of the naruto series. please like and/or reblog if you’d like me to visit your blog or are interested in future interactions, hm? // info | rules

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      ❝ Soft? Is that the image you have of me now? ❞ he muses as she wheels him away. He supposes it’s far better than the reputations he’s previously had ( friend-killer, cold-blooded Kakashi ). Does he mind? He should, given his profession. Having others know of weakness, of kinks in armor that were vulnerable to attack--that was truly dangerous. Yet somehow, he’s almost alright with it.

Almost.

      A soft sigh escapes his lips as he slumps a bit deeper in his wheelchair in an act of defeat. Perhaps he really is getting soft. Kids, they really were the worst, weren’t they? (even if they aren’t his own ). As much as he hated to admit it, he’d grown quite fond of his motley crew. Turns out, they weren’t so bad after all. As for ‘Kaka-ojichan’....  ❝ Don’t push it. I haven’t gotten THAT soft. ❞

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        ‘    i’m a saint,  i know.   but no need to feel honoured,   we all have at least one guardian angel in life.   you’re welcome.     ’         she huffs a laugh through her nose watching him with no small amusement as he shuffles back into his chair.    that was quite a feat,  to watch him fling himself across his bed splayed like a starfish    —     well,   as splayed as one with twin broken legs could be.        if only she had her camera.

           hands taking a grip on the handles of the chair sachi rolls him forward,   towards the door    &     (  temporary  )   freedom.         ‘    if only you were this compliant when we were children,   getting you to humour me in any way was like drawing blood from a stone …    ’      a world-weary sigh deflates her as the turn a corner,   keeping a careful eye out for any pink-haired medics that may send her flying into the nearest wall for assisting her sensei in escape.  despite his prickly nature as a youngster sachiko had stuck to him    –    like a duckling imprinting on the first living thing she sees upon hatching.           ‘   though, can’t complain.  you getting soft in your old age benefits me greatly, kaka-ojichan.   ’

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" You've got a little.. blood on your mask. "

                              Ah.

        Wordlessly, Kakashi reaches up to wipe the drop of scarlet off. It’ll stain, it always does, but he makes the effort anyway. Whether it’s his blood or their enemy’s, he doesn’t know. Does it matter? Either way, the man lying by their feet is dead. Isn’t that all what matters these days? Complete the mission, go home, repeat. And if he’s being honest, Konoha won’t care if either of their blood is spilled, as long as it doesn’t tie back to the village.

      Taking a lighter out of his pocket, the ANBU tosses the item onto the corpse. For the next few moments, they watch in silence as the flames flicker to life, before engulfing the man entirely. No traces, no evidence. It’s only when the scent of burning flesh is definite that Kakashi turns to leave.

                     ❝ We’re done here.❞ 

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She has his pug back in her possession. Victory.

      Pakkun has been compromised. Kidnapped and held hostage, perhaps simply asking for him back would be the responsible thing to do. However, he’s well aware that Anko won’t give him up without a fight. No, this means war.

        ❝I know you’re in there.❞the jounin has the decency to knock on her door before he busts it down, hands shoved firmly in his pockets as he strolls in. He’s unsurprised to find the pair in the kitchen, a wide array of foods set across the dining table. It seems that he’s too late–❝Mitarashi, he’s on a diet.❞

She knows this, knows that the vet has given strict orders to keep his weight as light as possible lest they want him to die an early death. 

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❝ look at you go, i just adore you! ❞

           The boy is fast, he’ll give him that. When Lee had even arrived, he doesn’t know. Rather, he should have expected his presence; the boy in green had been following him around for whatever reason for the past week, notepad in hand. It’s not like Kakashi doesn’t notice the eyes that follow him even as he enters his own home. Up until now, the jounin had simply shrugged it off as some sort of odd hobby of Lee’s or perhaps something that Gai had put him up to.

            ❝Ah….thank you…?❞he responds after a moment of thought. He’d…just been washing his hands. What Lee found so spectacular about that is beyond his comprehension. Wiping his hands on a shred of paper towel, the jounin waits for him to move out of the way ( he’s blocking the exit ). When he doesn’t, Kakashi awkwardly edges around him, slightly unnerved by his unblinking gaze which follows his every movement.

And here he was thinking that Naruto was odd.

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≋O≋O≋C≋ : I currently have 204 asks I need to reply to and 10+ drafts!! I promise I’ll get through them soon, life has been super busy lately so I haven’t had much time to be online. Thank you guys for your patience!

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       she  hadn’t  expected  her  escape  to  go  as   smoothly  as  she  had  hoped,  not  after  the  gravity  of  what  had just  been  said.  shoulders  tense  as  she  stops  mid-step  to   heed  his  words,  palms  curling  into  nervous  balls  that   clenched  at  her  blush-colored  apron.  she  gives  the  impression   of  being  frozen  in  place  before  she  regains  control  of  her   senses  and  turns  towards  him,  albeit  at  a  glacial  pace.

doe-eyed  expression  is  at  it’s  widest,  lips  parting  and  closing  as  if  she  was  urging herself  to  speak  but  the  words  she  meant  to  say  escaped   her.  she  settles  on  staring  at  him  a  moment  longer  before   her  mouth  arranges  itself  from a  solemn  pout  to  a  playful smile.

❛    in the middle of the night ? ❜   she  throws  his  words  from  earlier  back  at  him, soft  giggle   lighting  a  glimmer  of  mischief  upon  her  amber  eyes.   however,  the relief that  comes  from  this  interaction  is  painted  all  over  her   face.  she’s  not  only  glad  he  doesn’t  push  her  away,  but  that she  could  still  act  like  herself  around  him  even  after such  a  pained  confession.  their  bond  was  stronger,  she   thought,  than  any  uncomfortable  moment  produced  by  their   teenage  anxieties.

❛   if you wouldn’t mind, then… but only if you let me make it ! i’ve imposed on you enough.  ❜    she  is  already rushing  to  his  kitchen  as  if  it  were  her own, tiny  palms  grabbing  around  for  the  kettle,  placing  it  beneath the  running  faucet  to  fill  it,  and  placing  it  carefully   above  his  warming  stovetop.  

                 ❝ You don’t have to-- ❞

        He’s the one who proposed it after all. However, the girl is already gone before he can finish, with the ANBU finding himself talking to thin air s; Minato-sensei may be fast, but at the moment, Rin could give him a run for his money. Kakashi takes a second or two to himself, only letting his shoulders slump in relief once he’s sure she’s out of sight. It seems that things will be alright between them, normal despite this revelation. With that, he pushes himself up onto his feet to join his companion in the kitchen.

         She’s already five steps ahead of him, locating his kettle to start the process by the time he pokes his head inside. Kakashi would offer to help in some way, but there’s really not much else to do. Instead, he wordlessly reaches into his cupboards, taking out two cups and setting them on the counter for when she’s ready to utilize them. With his task completed, the ANBU settles against the counter, casually lounging around as they wait. It reminds him briefly of the old days, back when he’d have people over for the sake of their company; nowadays, he had few guests apart from ANBU related matters. It seemed that Kakashi had succeeded in pushing Kurenai and Asuma away, while even Gai’s visits were becoming less frequent.

         ❝ How are things at the hospital? ❞ he asks as they wait. After the war, the two had went their separate ways in terms of career paths; Team Minato was technically no more, but the trio remained bound in ways that could not be written on official documentation.