Hey, guys. Update. I’m going to be dropping Kakashi for a while if the hiatus wasn’t telling enough. But! Until the time I return, you can haunt my Kakashi art @heynougat!!!!!!!!!!!!

And if you still wanna write with me just cuz, hey, ya dig my writing or whatever, I’m sorta hanging around @garrotejima. If ya like Majima Goro or the Yakuza games, there’s that.

Otherwise, catch ya’ll on the flip side. And see ya all soon hopefully!!!

                   I’ve been stuck in despair all year round. I’m still in a daze, a lost child in my youth, and I have no idea, but chances are, even God has to be disappointed. This highway of dreams is all jammed up, and I have no passion. The map’s shortsighted. Twisted. I’m definitely straying, and my problems keep piling, and maybe I’m wrong, but fuck it! How have you been living in a life without a thing to boast? You’re gonna just waste every moment and wait for the end to come?

                         indie majima goro from yakuza. read rules. art cred.

Without preamble, Kakashi, turning idly in his seat, dangles before their mouth a steaming spoonful of broth. “Say ahh~” he urges, all light and sing-song.

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serirosea‌:

❛❛          yes     ,     i  can  certainly  see  that   .   .   .          ❜❜          a  trace  of  a  smile  is  witnessed  growing  ‘pon  rose  plush  lips     ;     warmth  envelopes  it  well     ,     reflecting  off  sapphire  stare     .          she  too  found  them  an  asset  in  friendship  and  considered  her  nation  blessed  to  have  found  a  special  alliance  among  them     ;     their  values     ,     much  like  her  own     .

silken  palm  lifts     ,     a  gentle  command  that  he   cease  in  actions     ,          ❛❛          ah                            you  needn’t  bow  for  anyone  here     .          if  anything     ,     i  should  be  bowing  to  you  for  your  continued  service     .          ❜❜          truly     ,     from  deep  within  the  depths  of  honeyed  heart     ,     an  immense  amount  of  gratitude  offers  itself     .          time  and  time  again  did  they  come  to  her  aid     .          had  it  not  been  for  Konoha     ,     young  monarch  didn’t  imagine  her  land  would   still   be  thriving     .

eyes  accompany  his  own     ,     admiring  autumn  colored  horizons  coating  kingdom     ,          ❛❛          i  must  express  that  i  would  not  have  it  any  other  way  as     ,     above  all     ,     i’ve  come  to  trust  you  most     ,     Kakashi  Hatake     .          ❜❜

“Ah... It’s not nice to tease, princess.”

She’s humble. Before this very figure of humility, it seems, that in this regard, she is naught if but his rival. A honeyed heart, huh? Ah. Kakashi can see that. However, she speaks as though she’s done precious little, even as the lush fields beyond her castle bustle dreamily in summer shades. At the height of this season, her kingdom is alive -- no! Thriving! Prospering! And who is to thank for that? Hatake’s endeared. It’s quiet, the smiling wrinkles about this eye, and Konoha loves her mightily. He straightens and understands why.

“But it isn’t misplaced. It’s a big step, placing that much faith in a single person. Must feel like a gamble for a woman in your position.” After all, though as sweet as sugarfloss her words may come, Kakashi knows better than to believe this is easy. She endures. His lone eye feels... Prodding. “I won’t have you regret it. It’s not every day you win a princess’ favor after all, right?”

“Still, probably shouldn’t have you risk your neck like that again. You’re not hurt are you? Maa-- It was inspiring see you out there. Didn’t catch you trembling once.”

purifye‌:

IT   WASN’T   OFTEN   KAGOME   HAD   KNOWN   HER   PATIENTS  BY   FACE.   ninja   or   not,   he   should   at   least   try   to   come   back   less   and   less   .  .  .   ❛   what   happened   this   time,   hatake   -   san   ?   ❜   

Now, Kagome-chan. Does dear Hatake, lone wolf as he is, strike you as a man who’d not lick his own wounds? Poor thing. As loathed as is of this place, he is sitting in that bed so pitifully exhausted... Indeed, he appears a withered husk of sorts. “Well, I guess some friends I made along the way felt I’ve overstayed my welcome. Outgrown it for you, too, have I?”

“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via books-n-quotes)

fatesrot‌:

he could tell kakashi was dreading for the next time he will ask him to read more of his erotic novel for him. he finds it cute he was so nervous to do so but is not like he was asking him to do it when other people were around. they were alone which made a perfect opportunity to tease and yet kakashi felt like almost dying by reading a few words from that book which made asuma chuckle, he won’t forget this at all. probably he was being too much of a sadist by torturing kakashi like this but hey, he wanted some payback from that time. “is just me. is not like i’ll make you read it when gai or kurenai are around.” he chuckle though the idea sounded nice but that would be too much. his question made asuma smile but that smile was giving bad vibes instead of good ones. “remember that time when you ditched me and made me pay for you stuff? you owe me some money.” he said while extending his hand at him. “you gonna pay up or you want me to make you read more sentence from that book? you pick your poison.” and he is not joking at all.

Ah, and so he speaks the truth at last. Kakashi hardly rises at the realization, and if it was not for the meagerest widening of his eye, one would think the copy-nin hadn't heard him at all. Payback, now, is that it? For something so... So absurdly small? How juvenile, Asuma! Have some honor! Some pride! Kakashi's recently returned from a tiring mission after the span of a grueling month, and this is what he is gifted after all his toil and service? No. Crossing his arms, their wry, cunning Hound stays cool. "Ah-- But if that was your idea of revenge, hadn't I paid you back just now? That would make us even." Typical Kakashi, avoiding the crux of the problem! Talking technicalities, is he? Sighing, his shoulders sag, and the shock of his white hair falls about his face. "So harsh today, Asuma. I just came back. They say absence makes the heart fonder, but you’ve never been particularly good at following the status quo.”

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

color headcanons: not accepting! 

Kakashi seldom lays much stock in how he looks at any given day. He's a very go with the flow sort of man, and if it isn't a pressing matter -- sloth that he is, this perpetually lounging oaf -- he will think little of it. Unsurprisingly, then, the thought of getting out of bed to gussy up is most entirely unattractive. Now, that doesn't mean he will take to the streets looking like an outright mess, but he won't make any overreaching efforts to look better than he has to. Hitae-ate tied? Flak vest donned? All buttons buttoned and all zippers pulled? Practical and professional! Yes, this will suffice. Admittedly, he's dragged himself out of his apartment more than once with a nearly endearing case of bedhead (and, less endearingly, eyebags that screamed 'reread Icha Icha last night'), but even the village's elites have their off days, no? He's a quiet soul, and likewise, a rather quiet sort of handsome; blending into the crowd suits him quite nicely.

He hears the clink of her steel. It’s a work of beauty, he knows, just by the mere rattle of it, its song sharp and lilting as it snuggles in its sheathe. Yet, echoing, too, a derelict age, her garb paints her as some lady of the past. A bygone era, indeed, if he’s half the mind to croak it out. Samurai. Now, when was it last he’s seen one? Kakashi, sat at the roadside teahouse, offers her an appraising look. "Rare to see you in these parts these days, mhm?” 

@duellatore, lone wanderer.

' you have very pretty eyes. ,

Mesmerizing, no? Yet, surely she must concede to this: his strange and borrowed one is the only showstopper. Kakashi stirs. That pinwheeled eye is a shade of crimson too rich to echo anything beautiful, really, but people, as he knows them, are weak to their curiosities, and his sharingan is a flavor for the insatiably morbid. Ah, yes: she’s seen it often enough. And like her foes, it would appear, she has come equally ensnared! He refutes, now, harmlessly. “I think I can name a few who wouldn’t agree.”

ketsuekki‌:

“     Old men should mind their own business.   ”

CRIMSON EYED NUISANCE     /     there’s spite in her throat as she made herself known to him  ,  her gait slow && her steps light. Hatake Kakashi was danger’s most beloved son    ;    even Minami had to exercise caution in his presence. Praise clung to him a second skin     —     even someone as disinterested as her had been forced to listen to words of admiration for Hatake over && over && over. The odds were undoubtedly against her  ,  but she would be forced to gamble on victory regardless. He was a thorn in the Akatsuki’s side that she had been ordered to pluck  ,  even if that thorn wielded a thousand fucking jutsu.

“    Just what do you think you’re doing     ?    ”

A ROTTEN SMILE    /     they were the result of two different paths. He was the end product of loyalty to the village  ,  && she hatred of the village. Which was stronger     ?    They’d find out soon enough  ,  she supposed. Minami played this game enough times to know there would be no peaceful resolution to this encounter. Their respective masters wished for them to ‘fix’ the problem  ,  && neither of them would dare disobey those who held so tightly onto their leashes.

"I could ask you the same."

Mouthy punk. She dribbled little but venom along the fork of her tongue, viperous as the tales that plagued her in the dark. He must wonder: if ever his lightning bubbled that flesh off her, would there lay nothing atop those bones but a valley of scales? It'd be fitting, at the very least. This serpent. This threat. Pulling his hitae-ate up, the copy-nin's eyes opened to hunt down his foe. In the pit of that pinwheeled gaze, it looked torched like the embers in sun.

He must end her supplyline.

"It's rude to trounce around like you own the place. It's making people nervous. But brats should have a few manners, and I’m sure your ‘friends’ wouldn’t mind if I taught you a few.”

Eerily, a breeze forced the surrounding woodlands to crackle, and the scent of a storm billowed on through them with a chill. Kakashi traced the source of her voice, and forebodingly -- like that weight of a long night, perilous and cruel -- came glaring at her. 

God, that crimson. “They might come running your way if you call for them now, but when a tree falls in the forest with no one around to hear--” goading, he raised a hand to the shell of his ear “--does it make a sound?” Oh, she’ll go out with a whimper!

She’s grown so wonderfully, yet he’s no interest in painting it with syrupy words. After all, it isn’t like the unfurling of a blossom when she’d found her strength, no -- but ricocheting into it, she came screaming like a bullet. It is heartache that’s made her who she is. Yes. Sheer will. Kakashi blinks, and somewhere in his throat, an agonizing groan withers to its death. Gosh. Their enemy really got him, huh? “Sakura.” Slumped against a tree, he watches the healer at her work. “Ah. I can barely recognize you.”

@wokasho, she bears a gift.

He’s dying. Mr. Ukki, once the highlight of his plain and drabby apartment, seems finally to have wandered into the last of his days. Ah, no longer are those leaves of his scrambling thirstily for the sun! It’s sad, remembering him as a husk... But, well, should he mourn for him? Cry and weep? Kakashi crosses his arms. The flowers nearby are asway, and he considers kohai dear. "Maa. Tenzo. We’ve known each other for a while now, mhm?” he broaches oddly.

@atelise, roots delve deep.

Remember the OG Kakashi? Like, the Kakashi who was drawn in such a way that actually made him look fiercely intimidating and would rip your heart out if you so much as touched a hair on the head of any of his pupils? Make you start shaking in your boots the moment you truly realized the god damn mess you’ve gotten yourself into by taking him on? Have you fumbling to start praying to whatever God you pray to cuz, god, that’s Hatake Kakashi? Early Naruto Kakashi is just so, so good... He looks so... Good. Not only that, but he was scary in the sheer skill he had that wasn’t overpowered; just the basics: simple footwork, well executed ninjutsu and good hand sign techniques, and most importantly, GOOD sense.

inkheartcd‌:

There was a part of her,    so very deep down,   that had the urge to kick his shin underneath the table.  ❛  Ah   …   what a shame,   for a second there,   I thought you might actually be cool.  ❜ such was said in a deadpan tone, without a sliver of remorse!   Women can be so cruel   …     ❛  I’m almost disappointed now.   The worst I was imagining was that you were missing your entire jaw.  ❜  Then again,   he might not have been able to speak like that   …       ❛ Didn’t expect you to be so  …  ❜    chopsticks motioned in general towards him  ;    Oh no,   she’d rather be caught dead than admit anything.    

Handsome? No-- “Put together?” Ah, a double entendre of sorts. True enough, despite all her morbid musings, Kakashi sat before her all in one piece  -- though, if he was any semblance of ‘put together,’ than Naruto was a child both timid and meek. Offering her one of his looks -- the patented ‘innocent’ one, lone eye crinkled and soft with smile -- it seemed he very well understood it. His silliness brightened when he pointed to himself. Uncool? “That’s wounding. Maybe next time you shouldn’t build such high expectations, hm?”

“The legacy was Kakashi, who’d grown up in shadow and stigma, cross-balanced between Sakumo’s failure and Minato’s shining future. Kakashi, who was a genius and a disaster, and still served the village that had slain his father.”

— Anbu-Legacy, Volume 3