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chidorikiller‌:

A brief nod there. It was true; the Sharingan had used a lot of his chakra, that was why he had tended not to use it except when he really needed to. But he still had the knowledge of how to use it, so he thought he could help… Daichi was his name. Hopefully without overstepping any boundaries with Madara (although if he were honest, he was mostly doing it to overstep boundaries, and make sure the kid didn’t end up totally like his father, worried as he was for the young man). Kakashi gave a little wave. “Hatake Kakashi–as you might know,” he said.

Well, this was an unexpected result of the conversation but Daichi wasn’t going to complain. It just meant that he’d possibly learn twice as much than if his father alone were to teach him. He nodded upon hearing the other’s name, though he had already known it beforehand. Not many would be unaware of who Copy Ninja Kakashi was, even in the younger generation. He gave a slight bow of his head out of respect, “I appreciate the help.”

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chidorikiller‌:

     “Yeah, I guess it’s fine… the Sharingan was a drain on my chakra, anyway,” he said. Though it had of course enabled him to do a lot more, so he may have been a little bitter, if only because it meant his ability to protect the ones he cared about was just… less. He listened to the kid explain about his home life, scratching his chin for a moment. He was a little worried the kid might grow up a little… well, like Madara. “I had a Sharingan for a long time,” he said after a moment. “I wouldn’t mind teaching you… what was your name?”

“Is that right?” He recalled hearing that only the Uchiha could use the Sharingan without much exhaustion or something like that. Once he finished talking about what things were like at home, he tilted his head a bit and observed the silver-haired man. He blinked when Kakashi began to speak, slight surprise becoming evident on his face at the offer of teaching. He mulled it over a bit before smiling, “It’d be appreciated. My name is Daichi.”

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chidoriblade‌:

      Hm. A kunoichi he’d never met. He supposed that wasn’t surprising. “Hn,” he said, verbose as ever. “Does the orange hair give you some sort of ability?” Because really, if the Uchiha clan was going to get orange tips, they might as well have a purpose.

No one had really asked about the hair before. He hummed as he tried to remember if his mother ever told him about it, his chin tucking into his fist, “Hmm... Well, a lot of the Kurookami history scrolls and documents had been destroyed, so I only know what my mom taught me and what was taught to her. Apparently, the bolder and brighter the orange, the stronger the person’s chakra and the bigger the amount.” The orange in his hair was almost a bold shade of fire, indicating that he had.

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blossuchih‌:

         “Fuck yeah.” Don’t encourage him.

“There you go!” He is not a good role model.

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blossuchih‌:

         glances around. Coast seems clear. “Fuck.”

“A commendable attempt.” DAICHI NO

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chidorikiller‌:

     “…” Well, he was sure Sasuke didn’t have another kid, which meant this was Uchiha Madara’s kid. He sighed slightly. “Yeah, pretty sure it’s your father, then, that took my Sharingan,” he said. A little shrug, then. “What’s your home life like, kid?”

His dark eyes widened a bit at hearing what his father had done to this particular shinobi, “Oh, damn. Really? I didn’t hear about that part..” The question prompted Daichi to tilt his head, a passive expression coming to his face again, “My home life? It’s alright, I guess. I help my mom around the house when we both have time and my dad teaches me how to use my Sharingan from time to time.”

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chidoriblade‌:

     “Uh, yeah, to put it mildly…” Sasuke said, scratching absently at his forehead with the back of his hand. “Uh… who’s your mother, then?” He had so many questions… but most of them were for Madara.

His mother? Well, that part was new. Not many people asked about his mom. “Her name is Tazz. Aside from me, she’s the last of her clan, the Kurookami.” His hand reached up to fiddle with some of the orange tips of his hair, “This is the proof right here. It’s an inherited trait.”

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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chidoriblade‌:

      “Aside from your old… hang on.. you’re Madara’s son…?” As that sank in, Sasuke just… stared, unsure of to interpret this news. He remembered–hell, he still felt–the pressure of being the one who had to restore his clan. But it hadn’t occured to him, exactly, that Madara could, er, help him. Or that he should. Or that Sasuke wanted to. Never having met Madara outside of a, well, a stressful environment, he didn’t know much about him.

Well, luckily he was used to the stares he got when people found out who his father was. He even started to find it amusing to an extent. His lips quirked a bit as his hands settled on his hips, watching the other Uchiha’s expression, “Yeah, that’s my dad. Seems shocking, right?” Of course, he had heard of the things that Madara had done and they were unforgivable things, but he had actually been a good father to Daichi.

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@konohamuses​ | x

“Your rival? Huh. Anywho, mind showing me where it is?” // @konohamuses​

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chidorikiller‌:

      His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Someone else who possessed the Sharingan. That could mean either he’d met someone who had it… or he himself had it. Considering his appearance. “Sorry kid, wish I could help,” he said. A pause, then, “Who else do you know possesses the Sharingan?” He leaned in curiously. “Not you?” // @uchiokami​

Diachi just observed as the other seemed to think. What was he pondering? He shrugged a shoulder at the apology, “It’s fine. It is what it is.” His head tilted a bit at the question, his eyes widening a bit when the other man leaned in a bit, “Uh, yeah? I do..” Was it really that strange? Then again, Daichi had heard that most of the Uchiha had been wiped out so he guessed he could understand. // @chidorikiller​

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imagenes originales: aqui =3

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chidoriblade‌:

    That didn’t make things any better. “Yes, what of it?” he said defensively, shoulders up, fingers twitching.

A shrug met the question, the taller one lowering his hands to fold his arms over his chest, “Was just curious is all. I hadn’t personally met any other Uchiha aside from my old man.”

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@chidoriblade​ | x

He held his hands up defensively, trying to placate the other, “Well, aren’t you an Uchiha?”

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@chidorikiller | x

“Ho…?” So this man had lost the Sharingan right before Daichi was born? He couldn’t help but think it was a shame. He wanted to see what a Sharingan looked like on a non-Uchiha. Daichi folds his arms over his chest and gives a slight smile, “I heard rumors and wanted to check for myself. I wanted to meet someone else who possessed the Sharingan..”

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Muse: Uchiha Daichi

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• eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other (black/red) • hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger |             | grey / white | multi-color | other | red • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic |             | average | muscular | pudgy | fat | • skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium |              | dark | discolored | scarred | • gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way | • sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels | • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels |

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | • education: high school | academy | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | M.D. | self taught | •  has been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

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• living situation:  lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other | • parents/guardian:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | deceased | disowned • sibling(s): sister | brother | none | other | • relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse vary

• has :   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental health issue | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | developmental disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability |

• done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill me | tagged by: Taken from my other blog! tagging: Steal it!

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He observed her as she began treating his wound, staying silent for a moment before a small smile comes to his face, “You’re nice, Sakura-san. Now I see why mom likes you so much.” His gaze went from her face to his wound, watching as it was knit together by the medic’s technique. After a moment, he hummed lowly as his head cocked to the side a bit, “Would you be willing to teach me some healing techniques? Mom doesn’t really know enough and I want to know enough to use as first aid.

He looked at his free hand, slowly curling it into a fist before relaxing it. He was very capable of killing if need be, but he wanted to be able to heal too.