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What are your 2 ships for kakashi tho. what are they, you can't leave us all hanging like this
hehe ummmmm surprise its actually 3 but just rhe varying combinations of kakashi w obito and rin but also written in very specific ways
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this weekend i am going 2 try 2 write abt
kakashi + ptsd in depth, subsequent ocd + hypervigilance
specifically the struggle with guilt over rin vs obito + the displacement of responsibility onto himself and the general growth of those feelings
the Haku Incident
mom (inuzuka)
general eye thoughts. use of mangekyou in earlier years, already suffering minor vision loss + issues w strain / pain with his original eye back
minor increase in sensitivity to pain due to constantly reduced chakra
scars.
both of his hands are severely scarred from using chidori, particularly from when he developed it. they resemble primarily burn scars with lightning - like branching.
the scar over his left eye is deeper than it seems â it was cut deep enough that the eye was completely compromised. the scarring is deepest in the skin over the hollow of his eye. it continues down as low as the corner of his lips.
when chidori garnered the nickname of lightning cutter, it caused scarring on his right hand, branching down his arm and fading over his shoulder.
post war, his abdomen is scarred from where he stitched and seared the wound from his fight with obito closed. his torso has a large, deep x - shaped scar.
he has other scars, mostly smaller ones focused on his abdomen and arms.

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â i don't understand you sometimes. â it isn't said unkindly, despite the firmness that has come to his tone. absent-mindedly, his fingers scratch behind biscuit's ear, even though his gaze is (un)focused elsewhere, somewhere out the window. living is strange. living with kakashi is stranger. it's... domestic in a way that obito never thought he would be allowed. his heart beats, alive and frantic in his chest, and this, too, is strange. gaze slides from the window. settles instead on kakashi. â you- how can you be comfortable like this? how can... how do you get used to it? â unspoken, choked down; how can you be comfortable with me here?
â it will take time, obito, â you sound more like a teacher than a partner for the moment, reminding him nothing is instant. it wasn't for you. you remember what it was like before anything felt close to normal again. the solitude of restless nights, waking at the kitchen sink to cracks in the palms of your hands. it took years. but this is different. sitting with a book in hand, pakkun napping under the weight of your free hand rested on his head, with obito barely an arm's length away â neither of you are alone. it makes it easier, knowing this is the closest to normal you've ever been. â so give it time. â
finally, you peek at him from the corner of your eye. you didn't miss the hesitation. â or, we can talk about what's really on your mind. â
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close friends have actually seen kakashi's face at least once but he does make the request of not ruining messing w his team. the ninken are also in on the joke
people really think it was just naruto that effected obito when his old best friend looked him dead in the eye and said he mightâve done the same but didnât because of what obito said / did as kids, doesnât know that what obito has done is entirely all wrong, but still thinks he could be redeemed
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scar touch   /   closed.
i.   pressure seems to build behind his eye with every blink.   itâs been only days, countable on each hand as time slowly ticks by.   it feels like a hazy dream.   nothing feels real.   not even the sharp throb running down his face & stinging dryness of his eye   (   but it isnât his, & that sting will become a constant reminder of his mistakes   ).   she did what she could to ease the pain, healing the wound close & monitoring as closely as she could, but only so much of it is physical.Â
the vacant stare as he looks past her is louder than anything he could say as they sit  opposite each other.   his chest feels empty, & his mind is equally so.   knees almost touch as she leans forward to press fingers against the edges of the wound.   itâs a relief.   a pause in the ache of his cheek, the work of healing hands belonging to someone like her, but he still shies away from contact.   barely a boy & already heâs grown so accustomed to closing out the world; he doesnât hear a word as her mouth moves.   when her hand withdraws heâs quick to rise & turn away.
ii.   closure wasnât easy to find, an unsteady dance of conviction & forgiveness.   itâs taken years to let her in, to allow her past the barriers heâs perfected.   itâs allowed them to heal beyond the scars they both bear.   at times, when she checks on him after missions & tends to injuries, he believes she looks after him more than he ever did her.
brows knit together & itâs hard to keep either eye open.   he knows he over did it, exerting himself beyond already stressed limits.   itâs a regular occurrence for her to inspect his gifted eye   ââ   the source of headaches & more, heâs sure she fears rejection or more permanent damage.   as she presses fingers along his cheek she scolds him with concern hiding behind stern eyes.   half - lidded, he returns with a sheepish look of his own, mumbling apologies for worrying her.   his face is exposed, mask pulled down around his neck.
when sheâs satisfied & heâs out of apologies, her hand comes to rest on his cheek with thumb lightly brushing over.   heâs oh, so grateful as he peers up at her face that he retains this place of peace to quell the endlessly churning conflict in his mind.   a faint smile settles & worn eyes close as he turns his head to press a kiss to her palm.
hello i am here to remind you all that kakashi is more powerful than shown in canon bc he was nerfed
gonna redo some graphics but talk 2 me abt kakashi: cole#1362

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ROYAL ASSASSIN.
the following prompts were taken from the novel royal assassin by robin hobb, an american fantasy & speculative fiction writer. the novel is the second in the realm of the elderlings series, & the second book of the farseer trilogy set within said series. some prompts have been slightly edited for roleplaying suitability. please note - this trilogy features an ongoing war, & this meme may include prompts that make mention of war, death, blood, corpses, & other things some might find upsetting. feel free to change pronouns & prompts as you see fit !  (  book one & book three.  )
â  why is it forbidden to write down specific knowledge of the magics ?  â â  perhaps we all fear that such knowledge would fall into the hands of one not worthy to use it.  â â  the predilection for a certain type of magic is either inborn or lacking.  â â  for the conducting of a battle, or the gathering of information, it is a most useful tool.  â â  the wit, it is said, gave one the ability to speak the tongues of the beasts.  â â  i know of no people who claim these magics as their own.  â â  will not this knowledge be passed down by word of mouth to those who are worthy ?  â â  what we take for granted now, the knowing of these things, may be a wonder & a mystery someday to our descendants.  â â  i have gathered it, over these last few years, & stored it in my head, always intending to commit my knowledge to paper.  â â  who am i to set my will against the wisdom of those who have gone before me ?  â â  the hedge wizardries & legendary magics have never been mine.  â â  have i any right to dig out their secrets & pin them to paper like so many butterflies, or leaves collected for study ?  â â  i had not the sense nor ambition to seize what was offered.  â â  power. i do not think i ever wanted it for its own sake.  â â  i wince to think of the price willingly paid for loving me.  â â  when i first met you, you were as wild & wary as a fox cub.  â â  despite their cruelty, you cared for them. i never understood that.  â â  i was mute witness more times than i care to remember.  â â  these are magics i witnessed, & though i might set them down on paper, no other could ever work them with such skill.  â â  you knew i loved you before i did.  â â  to me, it was enough that you existed for me to love. i did not even dare to hope you might return that feeling. â â  i wonder what would have happened if i had run after you that afternoon, if i had begged one last word of you.  â â  i set you out of my thoughts, & spoke of you to no - one. i got on with my life.  â â  what i found when i arrived there was a web of deceit & lies.  â â  i do not think this was heroism.  â â  i donât want to live like an old man.  â â  why canât you heal me ?  â â  itâs possible that iâll be this way the rest of my life.  â â  be easy on yourself, & see what happens. is that so terrible ?  â â  stop defining yourself by what you canât do. why donât you consider what you didnât lose ?  â â  iâm useless. iâm worse than useless, iâm a waiting victim.  â â  i donât want to see him smile at what he has made me.  â â  someone once told me that a royal bastard is kept alive only so long as he is useful.  â â  i am pledged to the one who wears that earring.  â â  where you go, i follow.  â â  it is not his size that had made him both feared & respected, but his black temper & tenacity.  â â  the fight isnât over until you win it, [ name. ] thatâs all you have to remember.  â â  what do you forsake, if you leave this place behind ?  â â  there are not so many folk that have cared for me, but that makes them more significant, not less.  â â  know your heart, [ name. ]  â â  if youâve nothing to offer me, let me go.  â â  i donât think youâd want my pity. itâs a poor substitute for love.  â â  i will seek her out, i will find her & win her.  â â  itâs your home & your world. but itâs not mine. not anymore.  â â  shall i go back & seek her out, like this ?  â â  shall i ask you to love me, so i can be a burden to you ?  â â  my heart is firm on this. if you stay, then so must i.  â â  the only thing i know is that i canât live up to what everyone else thinks i should do. i just canât do it.  â â  there isnât enough of me left to keep my word.  â â  in peaceful times, perhaps you would have been received with more tolerance.  â â  i fear that his knowledge is much smaller than his opinion of it.  â â  they called out to me with voices full of blood.  â â  they partake of the madness of he who drives them. they can only be understood if you share that madness.  â â  all wavers, all is change still. too much is in flux. the future spills out in all directions there.  â â  of course, when youâre drinking & singing, you donât see the blood. or smell the burning flesh. or hear the screams.  â â  have you ever tried to find a rhyme for dismembered child ?  â â  such things are better not remembered.  â â  it was my duty to know these things, & to recall them.  â â  a shadow like all the other shadows that came to torment me.  â â  amazing what folk will take comfort in when thereâs nothing else to hold on to.  â â  we cannot stop whatâs already happening. once itâs come to pass, itâs too late.  â â  shall i eat & be warm, while the bodies of children are cooling in the mud ?  â â  why should i shelter myself, while my folk are slaughtered like cattle ?  â â  should my life be too valuable to risk now, when there is so little left of it, & all of that riddled with pain ?  â â  heâs tried to be rid of you, not once, but thrice. do you think heâs going to welcome you back ?  â â  if he sees an opportunity to kill us, heâll take it.  â â  he wonât care who suspects so long as no - one can prove it.  â â  i feel i should be asking you what your business is here at my gate !  â â  we spread too many rumours ourselves to give gossip any credence.  â â  iâm alive & well; i just look like a corpse.  â â  up there, no - one cares what side of the sheets you were born on.  â â  [ name ], you need to find your caution again.  â â  itâs all changed, forever now.  â â  marriage seems to agree with you, [ name. ]  â â  you have questions. this time, you may ask them.  â â  he does not admire you, that you keep the laws of the kingdom. he sees it as a weakness, as a way to circumvent justice.  â â  he may try to kill you again. almost certainly, he will make an attempt upon me.  â â  you think i should punish him. i could. i need not prove his wrongdoing to make life unpleasant for him.  â â  the damage you took was taken for me. i am appalled by what i allowed to befall you.  â â  i do offer you my arm, if you wish it, to get back to your room.  â â  [ name ] has not been at all themselves, & itâs your fault.  â â  did you think it would make me forget how rude youâve been in not coming to see me right away ?  â â  where have you been, all these months, when you were needed here ?  â â  here i am, expending all my energies to see you are treated like royalty, & there you are, avoiding all your social obligations ! â â  tell me. have you ever considered marriage ?  â â  is lying how you always begin with people ? it seems to be how you always end.  â â  i dreamed of you, while i was gone.  â â  i lost everything. should i have come to you as a beggar, hoping youâd take me in ?  â â  i wanted to bring something to you, not come to you penniless & prospectless.  â â  i came back like a beaten dog. & i swallowed my pride, & came up here that day, & found out how stupid i was, how youâd pretended & lied to me.  â â  why did you find it so easy to go to them ? why didnât you come to me first ?  â â  thank you for bathing. it makes my task of checking on you less onerous.  â â  iâm glad youâre awake. you snore abominably.  â â  how touching. i canât say i dreamed of you.  â â  tell me whatâs been happening while i was gone.  â â  do try to do a bit better at not letting people kill you.  â â  your behaviour that night was reprehensible.  â â  if you were not so sick, i would be furious with you.  â â  i assure you, for your peace of mind, that it is not at all what you seem to think it is.  â â  bear in mind who you are.  â â  how do you think i could ever forget that ?  â â  it is precisely because of who you are that this is more than a misunderstanding !  â â  is the match an acceptable one, or is it likely to cause scandal ?  â â  remember, [ name ], that you have already sworn an oath to another.  â â  a man whose duty is sworn to a king has little time for anyone else in his life.  â â  i know you meant no harm, & we must see that no harm comes of it.  â â  you have grown up amidst the gossip & intrigues of the royal court. i have not.  â â i need to speak to you alone. just once, just briefly, then i promise iâll abide by your rules.  â â  i will not have a scandal !  â â  slowly, we could gather power, in quiet ways, with none even recognizing what they were conceding. â â  i have had enough of intrigues, [ name ], & not fared as well at that game as i had expected to.  â â  you did not do badly with the hand you were dealt. you survived.  â â  your heart is good, but i do not know if you will be sufficient to the task. â â  she is very alone here, despite those who court her favour.  â â  we have no time to get to know one another, let alone care for one another.  â â  i was handsome, once. & vain.  â â  when i ruined my face, i wished myself dead.  â â  your future may be different, but do not imagine it is yours to command.  â â  the best course is to conduct your life in such a way the weakness never shows.  â â  they had no right to do this to me.  â â  did they think they could bend me to their will, use me however they would, & i would never retaliate ?  â â  i hate you. all of you.  â â  come, come closer. iâll kill you.  â â  be silent, if you want your freedom.  â â  looks infected. think youâll lose your hand ?  â â  now what am i to do with you ?  â â  a warriorâs word is still his bond.  â â  the laws of hospitality still forbid those who have shared salt at a manâs table to shed blood on his floor.  â â  get angry. iâd rather you were that than self - pitying.  â â  i am sure you have other duties. why do you come to call on me each day ?  â â  i long to do something of significance.  â â  i know the wisdom of your course, but wisdom does not allay loneliness.  â â  any injury done to one of my own is an injury to me.  â â  perhaps you would care to challenge me, in a more appropriate time & place.  â â  you are fair spoken to all, but there is too much honesty in you to make others believe you are happy when you are not.  â â  when do i not suspect conspiracies anymore ?  â â  do you know how easy it is to follow a man you believe in ?  â â  how could you be so foolish as to go to far astray !  â â  it will pass. keep a rein on yourself, & endure. it can be done.  â â  do not think i do not appreciate such work simply because it must remain secret.  â â  i know that there is already so much between us that nothing i could give you would be sufficient for my gratitude.  â â  let your hearts be solemn, & consider what we do.  â â  we have all suffered enough. let each death today be as brief & merciful as we can manage, for all our sakes.  â â  when we have done with our grieving, we shall make ready to avenge them ! those who have taken our folk shall know our wrath !  â â  how can you allow this to happen ?  â â  she undermines you, she cuts your throat as you sleep ! she steals their hearts, she builds her own name !  â â  the king will hear of this !  â â  i must do this myself. but be close, in case i need you.  â â  we listened to the litany of those we had lost, & if any did not weep, they had hearts of stone.  â â  we rise, [ name ], we rise to fight !  â â  why may not we, at least once, speak plain to one another ?  â â  letâs hope the wine wasnât poisoned as well, or weâre both dead.  â â  shall we be so polite as to let him kill us all ? he will not stop until the throne is his.  â â  you idiot ! you frightened me to death !  â â  what do you think youâre about, rattling at my latch & sneaking about in my room ?  â â  i cannot tell you what happened. only that it made me believe you might be in danger.  â â  some things may be learned from words on a page, but some skills are learned first by a manâs hand & heart, & later by his head.  â â  go to bed, & dream of me. i hope i have plagued your dreams lately as much as you have mine.  â â  i am having one of those mornings, [ name ], when all that fills my head is what might have been, & what could have been.  â â  underneath those fine feathers, there is much ambition. & i am afraid there is suspicion there, & jealousy, also.  â â  [ name ], i know how they talk of me. no - one perceives of me as a threat to anyone.  â â  i am but another fool here at the court, a thing to be made sport of.  â â  do you think i cannot care for myself at all ?  â â  you have hurt me, almost to death, but still, i live. & i will go on living.  â â  yesterday, for the first time in many days, i felt as if i were alive & had a will of my own. i do not intend to let that slip away from me.  â â  why have you set yourself out as a target, here where an arrow or a knife could find you with such ease, & no witnesses ?  â â  i am not a game piece, to sit my space on the board until some players sets me in motion.  â â  if he will not come to me for his heartâs sake, then he must come for his duty.  â â  i canât do this. i canât be like this, with you. this is wrong.  â â  iâve come ⌠that is, iâve been chosen to come & ask a favour of you.  â â  if the shoe does not fit, one cannot wear it, no matter who made it for you.  â â  all you speak is riddles, ever ! you claim to speak plain, but your truth eludes me. â â  are you here ? do i dream ?  â â  we are becoming too close. that is not good, for either of us.  â â  we can have no part of each otherâs lives.  â â  my heart is my own. i give it where i will. i will not give it to one who thrusts me aside.  â â  i owe you nothing, & least of all obedience. i shall not stay here. i shall live as i please. â â  you forbid ? you forbid ? forbid the wind to blow past your stone den, then, or the grass to grow in the earth around it. you have as much right. you forbid.  â â  whatâs out there, that you watch so intently ?  â â  i think i had been alone so long, i had forgotten what it meant to have a friend.  â â  i cannot go on like this anymore. no matter how foolish, no matter how dangerous, no matter what any others may think, i cannot always be apart from you.  â â  [ name ], this is not seemly. stop it at once.  â â  there can never be anything between us. iâve come to see that, over the last few weeks.  â â  i was thinking that i am very weary of being so alone.  â â  have i become so despised of you ? have i not done all you demanded of me ?  â â  did you know, from the beginning, that it would come to this ?  â â  i will do what i am told. when have i ever done otherwise ?  â â  turn about when i speak to you !  â â  this ill becomes you. you seek to shame me ! think you that i do not do my duty ? that i do not know my duty ?  â â  take your courtierâs manners & go. insufferable boy.  â â  i wanted to tell you that tomorrow i am going to the king to ask permission to marry you.  â â  i do not wish to marry you.  â â  i donât know what changed, i donât understand what is happening between us !  â â  you were correct & practical & did all the right things, & as foolish as it may sound, that hurt me.  â â  i told myself that if you loved me as deeply as you had declared you did, nothing, not walls, not manners or reputation or protocol, would get in the way of your seeing me.  â â  your loving me was not wise. nor my caring for you. iâve come to see that. & iâve come to see that wisdom must overrule feelings.  â â  in a few more months, i will have saved enough that i can start out on my own again.  â â  i do not like being a servant, & i will do it no longer than i have to.  â â  i told him i could not be paid to stop loving someone.  â â  the man has no morals, is bound by no rules.  â â  i believe he is trying to help, [ name ], or so he sees it.  â â  come to me tonight. regardless of what the king may say.  â â  perhaps he takes students with great potential, & grinds them down to adequate tools.  â â  i have sworn my life to you, as you say, & if you command it, so must i continue.  â â  i ask that you find for me another way to serve you.  â â  i will not do to you what was done to me.  â â  my life has become too heavy with purpose. i cannot remember the last time i did something simply because i wanted to do it.  â â  i somehow thought i could be in time to undo her death & bring her back.  â â  to possess a princeâs secrets does not give one the right to divulge them.  â â  the most distinctive part of your fighting style is the incredible way you have of surviving it.  â â  this is as much a celebration of the darkest part of the year as a festival of the returning light.  â â  i told no - one of it. no - one. how did you know ?  â â  make me no promises that you cannot keep for the rest of your days.  â â  you made a fool of me that day, with that song, before all those people.  â â  then it was your end to sow rumours of strife between us. i understand, then.  â â  i like it not when others enter my room when i am not there.  â â  i offer you a bargain you will find nowhere else.  â â  evidently the cure has been to beat it out of you. iâll remember that the next time you need a healer.  â â  youâve shown no other manners, why should i expect consideration now ?  â â  history is what is done & behind us.  â â  history is what we do in our lives. we create it as we go along.  â â  not all men are destined for greatness.  â â  shall we be happy, to say that we live in the dusk rather than in the full night ?  â â  darkness devours, & is never satiated until it feeds upon itself.  â â  we canât undo, we can only salvage.  â â  why do you want me to fail ? so you wonât feel so alone ?  â â  iâve killed before. why is this so different ? why does it sicken me like this, afterward ?  â â  nothing, no - one can go on like this. there must be a way to make an end of this.  â â  i wish only the best for you. is this so hard to understand ?  â â  please, [ name ], if one more person i care about becomes angry with me, i donât think i shall be able to bear it.  â â  sometimes, it would be much easier to die for oneâs king than to give oneâs life for him.  â â  men of passion & vision are often seen as mad.  â â  we all get used to things we once swore we could never live with.  â â  what goes on here ? why was i not informed of this council ?  â â  as i observed, you have come to have large ideas of yourself.  â â  i do not know where your faith is. i had thought perhaps it would be in me.  â â  you have so seldom called me. & when you do, you are full of secrets.  â â  didnât get a good enough look ? iâll warn you, it gets no better by giving more light to it.  â â  silly me. to think there was such a thing as a safe place in the world.  â â  there is never going to be anything for us, is there ? never going to be a time that belongs to just us, never going to be a place that is just ours.  â â  why should we have to give up everything for a hopeless cause ?  â â  nothing is ever simple & good. there is always a bitter peel, a sour pip somewhere.  â â  the man who must brag for himself knows that no - one else will.  â â  heâs going to kill you with sheer stupidity. he doesnât even know what heâs doing.  â â  i tell myself i am wise, but i fear myself a coward.  â â  i know you will never approve, but it is not something i can choose. it is what i am.  â â  you donât listen to warnings. you never have.  â â  oh, [ name ], so youâre back & alive, & in one piece for a change.  â â  with [ name ] dead, we still sit down to feast ?  â â  shame on you for not sharing such a rich bit of gossip with me before, & all i tell you !  â â  to the depths or the heights, it seems, are your paths.  â â  ask him to cut his own throat, & heâll wait for you to hand him the knife.  â â  if i had a dog that was sick as often as you are, iâd put it down.  â â  you knew what it would do to you, but you went ahead with it anyway.  â â  we are tools. we do not do anything of our own volition.  â â  i donât think you will ever completely trust anyone, or believe that someone cares about you.  â â  placate him for now, give him nothing to fear. we must make him believe he has won.  â â  no man is so dangerous as the man who cannot decide what he fears.  â â  i cannot bear to have you look at me that way, when i swear i have done you no wrong.  â â  the gap between our stations is too great for any love to bridge.  â â  i cannot be someone you come to when you have nothing more important to do.  â â  just now i have finished with being wise; i would rather be a fool.  â â  while we gamble our lives & reputations, you get drunk !  â â  i thought you had succeeded ! what success is this ?  â â  i have no idea what title you give yourself these days, let alone what you normally do all day.  â â  it would have to be poison for you. those of royal blood are not allowed to swing.  â â  it is my weakness to want too much.  â â  come home. if you were here, you could put it all to rights.  â â  you walk as if you are the king himself, you sneer down at me, & make mock of me behind my back. donât think i donât know it !  â â  do not think you will walk so proud always. you will be brought down !  â â  do you think you will never have to answer for the lie you live ?  â â  our lives are here, & here we must stand & fight.  â â  do not doubt the rightness of what we do, or we are all undone.  â â  these are signs, [ name. ] weâd be fools to ignore them.  â â  do you see what a dangerous path we set ourselves on, when we set ourselves above our places ?  â â  the illusion of power clings to me, & now too many will be dazzled by it.  â â  i have changed my mind, [ name. ] i think i shall stay here, & die in my own bed this night.  â â  in my own way, i have loved you.  â â  this blade shall take your vengeance.  â â  itâs ridiculous. what are you afraid iâll do ?  â â  weâve no time for polite lies.  â â  my father is dead & buried. how much more done with him can you be ?  â â  i know you have heard these rumours; i speak them aloud that we may confront them.  â â  you ring me around with traditions & petty laws, all to force me to your will.  â â  he is as full of hate as a tick is full of blood. & he has won.  â â  your champions will abandon you fairly quickly, i suspect, once they understand what you are.  â â  better that you had lain down & died amongst the beasts before you let this come to pass. â â  i try to think of one person in my life whom i have not failed, have not disappointed. i can think of no - one.  â â  i want him to grovel before the throne, & beg for mercy.  â â  i will cleanse this place from dungheap to tower top of all who have sought to betray me & defy me !  â â  of those who have known me, few remember me with smiles.  â â  leave the pain behind, & let life be your own again.  â