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SasuSaku event in Narucole (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ 。*

GREAT, I’m busy atm and they make SasuSaku event NOW?! (O∆O) Gotta be an all nighter for playing because I draw in the morning.

My team.

The last opponents are either Sakura, Sasuke, or both.

Actually it is an event for Sakura’s birthday (March 28th). There’s a scene where Sasuke (and Team 7) congratulate her.

“Sakura, happy birthday.”

“Sasuke-kun, arigatou!”

I like Sakura’s reaction when she met Sasuke (it occured after the fighting so just let the background be lol).

“…yoo.”

“Eh…Sasuke-kun!?”

“Eeh!?”

“EEEEEEEHHH!?”

The gacha result is not too good. I got Sakura and Utakata but I wanted her (and her husbando) adult form  (。•́︿•̀。)

Can’t wait till Sasuke’s birthday. Maybe next time their princess joins too? ♡✧( ु•⌄• )


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freezing-and-crimson  asked:

This is kinda rude and pathetic to ask. But your writing always cheers me up and I've been so deep in depression that it's not even funny. But could you write a small drabble about Kakashi x Orochimaru taking care of and raising Mitsuki and Log??? If you don't want to then that's fine ^^ don't feel like you have to write something.

💕

It’s a little startling, just how often Kakashi sees his father’s smile echoed so clearly in Mitsuki’s cheerful grins.

Seeing it always gives the same reaction; his breath catches in his throat, his eyes widen, his heart stutters. It’s not pain, the way it might have been before Pein’s invasion. It’s not the aching, crushing grief he carried for so many years. This is closer to joy, light and effervescent and full, and Kakashi smiles back, even though Mitsuki is thoroughly occupied with Boruto right now.

“You know, one could say that it’s your smile as well,” Orochimaru say, amused, as he comes to lean against the balcony railing. Kakashi almost wants to accuse him of reading his mind, but—well. He mentioned it once, helpless in the face of that small connection that shouldn’t be, and Orochimaru’s memory is hardly lacking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, mostly just to be contrary.

Orochimaru’s expression shades towards polite disbelief, but he doesn’t call Kakashi on it. “You have good DNA,” he says instead, gaze flickering back to their son.

Kakashi rolls his eyes, just a little, because coming from the Sannin that’s absolutely a compliment, but it would probably send anyone else screaming for the hills. Sometimes Kakashi wonders why he doesn’t do the same, except for the fact that he’s always been a little light on self-preservation.

Besides, two pieces of his DNA are currently wandering around the Hokage Mansion. Kakashi might not cop to much, but that’s…pretty incredible.

“Rogu?” he asks, because he knows from experience that it’s never a good idea to let his older son stay out of sight too long.

Orochimaru’s amusement says that he sees right through Kakashi’s casual question, and also remembers that time with Gai, the melons, and the exploding tags just as clearly as Kakashi does, if likely for different reasons.

(Kakashi is scarred, all right? There was definite mental trauma happening that day, even if Tsunade laughed him out of her office when he told her that.)

“Occupying himself,” Orochimaru says breezily, as if that’s any sort of comfort at all. He turns precisely, already stepping back towards their bedroom, and adds, “I’m going to R&D if you—”

“I don’t think so.” Maybe Genma is right about mild insanity and suicidal bravery being the prerequisite for becoming a jounin—not that he has any room to talk, the jerk—but Kakashi grabs him around the waist, dodges the knife-hand blow that would have crushed the windpipe of anyone slower, and steers him back towards the freshly-made bed. “You’re not leaving me here alone with four children.”

The amusement on Orochimaru’s face is well-hidden behind a veil of black hair and his half-hearted struggles. “Kakashi, Sarada and Boruto are perfectly polite children—”

“One is Sasuke and Naruto’s child, and the other is Sakura’s,” Kakashi says firmly. “And Mitsuki is terrifying.”

Conspicuously, Orochimaru doesn’t argue this point. “I just made the bed,” he complains instead, and when Kakashi pauses to eye him disbelievingly, there’s a quicksilver flash of a smirk before a foot is sweeping his legs out from under him.

Kakashi is the Hokage and has been a shinobi for over thirty years now; he’s not about to be taken down by a trick like that, so when he falls he grabs Orochimaru and drags him down onto the mattress with him. There’s a brief but fierce struggle to pin each other—Kakashi mostly wins due to extra body mass and feels no shame in admitting it—and when it ends, Orochimaru is watching Kakashi with narrowed eyes and the shadow of a smirk on his lips.

They’re very pretty lips, Kakashi thinks, gaze flickering to them, and can see the exact moment Orochimaru catches it. His eyes darken, features sliding towards smugly amused, and—

Well. Kakashi had never though he’d end up here, that morning when Konoha’s most famous semi-pardoned missing-nin marched into his office with two small children in tow and an aggravated Suigetsu mislabeled my DNA samples so these are yours, Hatake in explanation. Hadn’t even vaguely considered it, but…he’s come to the conclusion that he doesn’t really mind.

Mitsuki’s laugh, loud and bright from outside the window, sounds just like his father’s as well.

Carefully, he tugs his mask off, leaning down to kiss Orochimaru slowly and thoroughly. There’s a satisfied hum as clever fingers curl around the back of his neck, and it’s lazy and languid and full of banked heat.

There’s a sudden groan from the hallway outside their bedroom, followed by an annoyed, “Don’t you know how doors work? I don’t want to see that,” and then hurried steps as Rogu retreats with speed.

Kakashi can’t help but think of that morning, when Sasuke came to drop of Boruto and caught them kissing in the kitchen. Usually Kakashi has to work a lot harder to inflict that level of trauma on his cute former students, so he’s calling this a good day.

Still. Rogu moving with any sort of alacrity outside of an actual fight, even in the face of parental PDA, is usually a bad sign. Kakashi looks down at Orochimaru, who arches a brow right back, and has to sit back with a resigned sigh.

Somewhere in the distance, something explodes. Equal odds as to whether it’s Rogu’s fault or the Terrible Threesome’s.

“I feel like we should ignore that,” Kakashi says lightly.

Orochimaru’s smirk is knowing. “Is the Rokudaime Hokage really afraid of the mischief of children?” he asks, as if that’s a fair question at all.

“My children,” Kakashi reminds him, ducking down for one more quick kiss. “Your children.”

With a hum, Orochimaru concedes the point. “In my defense, I thought I was using the Nidaime’s DNA.”

Like that would have been better. Kakashi lets one raised brow speak for him.

Chuckling, Orochimaru slides out from underneath him, as unexpected but lithe as a snake, and rises to his feet. “I’m required at R&D,” he informs Kakashi, flashing him a sly smile. “Have fun with the children, my dear.”

Kakashi groans and feels entirely justified flopping face-first into the pillows.

Long fingers stroke through his hair, but Orochimaru darts away when Kakashi tries to grab him again. Footsteps—deliberate, Kakashi knows, since the smug bastard can’t be bothered to make noise when walking at any other time—retreat out the door, and Kakashi sighs, smelling smoke.

This is definitely payback for what he inflicted on his father in childhood, he thinks wryly, levering himself up. There’s no doubt at all.

He grabs the spray bottle sitting on the bedside table, straightens his clothes, and heads out to hunt down his children.

So yeah, I did the do guys. I watched the last episodes of Naruto Shippuden. This very important part of my life is officially over. Needless to say, never before have I ever witnessed worse ending in a story. And it is a thousand times more painful when the victim is this extension of myself. Where is Naruto’s happiness? Where is his closure? This hurt child who has gone through hell and was barely shown in his own story’s ending. The only worthy moments were Naruto’s request of Iruka being his “father” in his wedding and maybe the Iruka/Kakashi interactions, but other than that… nothing. Even the pro-ending-ers can’t possibly genuinely satisfied. And yet all around I see people actually tearing up in joy and feeling glad about it all. I wish I could be this blissfully ignorant. Still, I’m here crying over our sunshine’s lost smile.

It’s high time to accept and let go.

But I can’t.

As much as try, as much as I devote my entire being to another anime, as much as I allow other fandoms to take over my life, in the end, sooner or later, it always comes back to Naruto. I always return. It feels like home. 

So I will stay.

I will stay for Minato’s and Kushina’s sacrifice. I will stay for Itachi’s unconditional love. I will stay for Neji’s freedom. For Lee’s perseverance. For Jiraiya’s teachings. For Sakura’s determination. For Yahiko, Nagato and Konan’s dream of peace. For Obito’s atonement. For Madara and Hashirama’s vision. For Kakashi’s will. 

I will stay for Naruto and Sasuke. 

The destination sucked but the journey has been breath-taking. I will stay for this journey. So as much as I hope you’re out there regretting your decision to let your life’s achievement to be maimed so mercilessly, I thank you Masashi Kishimoto. Thank you for this masterpiece you brought to life. Thank you for the feelings and the life lessons. 

And I know this fandom has always been a bloody war zone, but I hope that in the finale, both those who leave and those who stay, we can hold onto the good memories. Because despite our deferences, we can agree; it was one hell of a ride! 

Thank you for changing us.

Thank you Naruto.

anonymous asked:

Team 7 Dealing with a jealous s/o or dealing with jealousy themselves please?

Thank you for the request. :) 

Headcannons of Team 7 dealing with jealousy

Naruto

  • When Naruto is jealous, he tends to be a bit melodramatic. For instance, if he sees his s/o talking with someone else, he’ll interject on the conversation but if his s/o pays no attention to him, he explicitly pout. He would grumble under his breath a sarcastic comment like “yea, I bet you would love that” and glare slightly at his opponent.
  • Naruto would find it hilarious if his s/o got jealous, but for the most part Naruto would have been oblivious to it. It would have to take his s/o blowing up in his face for him to realize they were jealous. That’s when Naruto gets that sly look on his face and would tease his s/o before telling them he was joking and hug his s/o tightly.

Sakura

  • Sakura only gets jealous if her s/o was spending a lot of time with a said other person and tended to compliment them whenever they were together. Sakura would see it as flirting if her partner kept telling the other person how funny they were, how smart, how pretty, and it would put Sakura in a pissed off mood. She might give her s/o the cold shoulder until they ask her what’s wrong. Then she would spill about her feelings on the matter.
  • Sakura finding out her s/o is jealous would be a slight revelation to her. Sakura might not have known that whoever she was with made her partner jealous. Once she finds out though, she’ll reassure her partner and then be more careful how she acts around the other person. She doesn’t want it to seem like she’s flirting when she’s not.

Sasuke

  • Sasuke can get jealous so easily. He may not show it or verbally express his discontent about the situation but if his s/o knows him really well, they would be able to tell. Sasuke would glare ever slightly at his s/o’s friend or person that elicit jealousy from him. Even if his s/o confronts Sasuke about it, Sasuke won’t ever admit to being jealous.
  • If Sasuke sees his s/o getting jealous, he mostly ignores it. He’s not going to waste his time reassuring his s/o, he thinks him being with them should be enough for them to know he only wants them. If his s/o continues to be jealous and it effects their behavior towards him, Sasuke might become annoyed about it and think they’re too immature being in a relationship.

Kakashi

  • Kakashi will only get jealous if someone was blatantly hitting on his s/o in front of him and they wouldn’t leave his s/o alone. Kakashi would be very smooth at telling the person to get out but on the inside Kakashi is perturbed about it. Kakashi doesn’t get jealous often though and doesn’t jump to conclusions right away if his s/o has been hanging out with somebody often.
  • Kakashi would find amusement if his s/o was jealous. He would at first pretend to be ignorant of the fact that they are jealous just to see how they would react. Then Kakashi would tease his s/o about it, tell them how he thinks it cute.

Sai

  • Sai doesn’t get jealous, mostly because he doesn’t have a grasp of his emotions and what we may see as a threat to our relationship, he doesn’t see it. The closest Sai might get to being jealous is if he felt he was being replaced slowly. Like if his s/o was slowly and more often not spending time with him and was doing other things. That would sound off an alarm to Sai that something wasn’t right.
  • Sai also finds it hard to understand how his s/o could be jealous. To Sai, it’s obvious that he loves them and doesn’t understand how they could see him loving someone else. His s/o would have to rationally explain why they felt jealous and what the causes of it were so that Sai can understand. Essentially it wouldn’t do well if Sai’s s/o was jealous a lot because Sai would have a hard time trying to fix it.

Yamato

  • Yamato can get jealous if he feels he’s being passed up for someone else. He’ll pout and pretend not to be upset. After a few hours though, he’s forgotten the matter and isn’t upset any more. His s/o will eventually pinpoint why Yamato pouts and is reluctant for them to go out by figuring out he’s jealous. All they need to do to fix that is to spend some one-on-one time with him to make him feel loved too.
  • Yamato will notice his s/o is jealous once they start behaving differently around him. At first he’ll be confused but he’ll rationalize something is wrong and then asking them about it. Once Yamato finds out his s/o is jealous, he’s more curious as to why. He would feel like it was his fault in some way, that he needs to express his affections to his s/o more clearly so they won’t doubt their relationship anymore.

anonymous asked:

sad Kakashi scenario

I thought this was good, but I don’t know now. 

Originally posted by hatake-k

Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, Kakashi inhaled slowly, taking the deep breath in with the hope of displacing the heavy weight that was had been bearing down on his chest for the last four days. Though he knew that all of his attempts would be in vain, he still tried, well aware that he was going to have to be presentable for at least the next six hours, and the sharp pain in his chest was not going to help him one bit in these following hours. Right then, he was at a point where he wish he had become numb, where he couldn’t feel the heaviness of the reality that he was now living, but he was still very much in a state of shock with every little moment that passed bringing upon a different pain, each worse than the last.

Straightening out his tie, the man worked on his appearance, trying to ignore the fact that his entire world had fallen apart in a matter of mere hours. Everything still felt surreal to him, like he was just stuck in some strange sort of Purgatory where he couldn’t move forward and escape the all these terrible things. Kakashi had run through the last four days over and over and over again, but nothing felt right; nothing felt true. He knew that he hadn’t come to grips with it all just yet, but by the end of the day, he was going to have face everything whether he was ready or not. Still as he stood in front of the mirror, making sure that he looked his best for this funeral, he couldn’t get over the fact…

He couldn’t accept that you had been killed in a car wreck and now he had to carry on and raise your nine year old daughter all by himself.

It didn’t make sense to him. How could everything have gone so wrong in such a short period of time? He remembered seeing you call his phone, though he hadn’t been able to pick it up at the time, but still, you left a voicemail saying you and Karina were coming home and that you would meet him at the house for dinner. You even left the familiar phrase at the end, the one that he was now just learning that he had been taking for granted the last 15 years, “Alrightly, well I’ll see you soon. Remember, I love you, okay?” It all seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, but then, not even twenty minutes later, he got a call from the hospital, saying that both his wife and his daughter had been in a fatal collision and that he needed to come immediately.

The rest of that night was just a complete blur of memories in Kakashi’s mind now. There were bits and pieces that he remembered, but a lot of it just didn’t stay with him; truth be told, he only remember two main moments from that night. He recalled the doctors handing him Karina, because by some miracle she had only sustained a minor concussion and some various bruising. But in that moment, she didn’t even look like his child; she was completely terrified, clutching onto him for dear life, too afraid to even loosen her grip on her father for more than a second as they waited in the emergency room. She was a far, far different child than the one he had raised and come to know. And then he remembered an exhausted surgeon coming out in the middle of the night and telling him that you didn’t make- that your injuries were too great and your heart couldn’t within stand them or the surgery. They tried to save you, but you were too far gone when you arrived at the hospital, and that they sent their sympathy to him and Karina.

And that was it. That was all Kakashi could recall from the night you died.

Since then, he had played that last voicemail at least a hundred times, just listening to that soft hum of your voice, knowing that there was a gentle smile upon your lips as you spoke it. It used to be a common practice everyday between the two of you, but now that quiet little recording was all he had left of you- and that was something he was just beginning to face.

With a glance to his watch, Kakashi knew that it was time for him and Karina to begin their way to the church. He wanted some time to prepare your daughter for the things she might hear; he knew she was suffering too, and facing a crowd of people offering their condolences was not something was going to help her in her healing, but it was something that had to be done, and so he called out to her, “Karina, sweetheart, where are you?”

Though no answer came.

His daughter had never been the loudest, but Kakashi had noticed that within the last few days she had been especially quiet, only speaking to him, and even when she did, it was soft and short. What was he expecting though? She had just lost her mother, one of the few who had molded her into the child she was. There were many ways grieve, and maybe Karina’s was just to keep silent, and for the while being, he was going to allow it.

Knowing that his best chance was to go an find her, Kakashi made his way down the hall, which was now illuminated with sunlight as the morning broke through the small windows scattered throughout the home. It brought a warmth into the house that had been missing, and for a moment made him feel as if he wasn’t about to experience one of his hardest day of his entire life, though it did last only a moment. As he walked down the hallway, he remembered that it was you who fell in love with this home, because of this brightness that these little windows delivered into the house, but now it was a memory that he pushed away, not wanting to get caught up in everything right before he had to leave. And so, reaching the back of the house, he took a second to just look out the large glass door and to the porch, where his daughter sat nearly motionless save for a few ginger hand motions. There on her lap was one of the small stray neighborhood cats curled up, relishing in the morning sun and the attention from Karina. There was a part of Kakashi that didn’t want to bother her, knowing that this was as close to normal as she was going to get, but they also needed be getting ready to go, so he slowly opened the door.

As she heard the door slide, your nine year old looked back to her father, and tried to give a small smile, but one never came.

“How are you?” Kakashi asked, more as a ritual greeting than a question as he came and sat down next to her.

She just shrugged, her frown still evident. Kakashi could tell that she was struggling, but she was also his child, so she was going to hide it as much as she could. Brushing her bangs out of her bloodshot eyes, she spoke up to him, “I’ve got to make sure that she’s fed- we’ve been kinda slacking on her and the others the last couple days, so….” your child trailed off a bit as she glanced back down to the stray in her lap.

“Well, I’m sure the other neighbors are helping them- making sure they’re fed and everything.”

Karina just shook her head for a moment, “I know, but…” she stopped herself, “Mom always said it was our job to make sure they had just a little each day, because we never know if they’ll get another meal, and we can’t let them go hungry…” she spoke, trying to focus on one of the more mundane things about her little life, staying as far away from the reality of everything for a long as she could.

A small smile came upon Kakashi’s face for a moment, seeing his child’s empathy, but as almost everything that morning, it quickly faded as the truth needed to come out. With a glance to her, he did his best to be gentle, “You know it’s about time for us to leave. We have to make sure that we get to the church on time.” the father’s voice was soft, not quite sure on what his daughter’s reaction would be throughout the day.

Though at that moment, Karina didn’t even give him a reaction. She simply fell silent and looked out into the backyard.

Immediately, Kakashi took note of her avoidance, “Baby girl, I know it’s not going to be easy, but…” he faltered, wanting to give her something that would help her through all of this, but not really having an answer.

Still, she said nothing.

“Karina, it’s time.”

Looking away from him, she just shook her, fighting back tears with every fiber of her being, “No, I don’t want to go, Dad…” she admitted. Letting her hair fall back into her face, she just continued to shake her head, “Please don’t make me go…” she cried out quietly. “I-I don’t want to go to Mom’s funeral. I-I….” she began crying harder, tears beginning roll down her little face and onto her black dress.

Instantly, Kakashi felt his heart break even more than it already been. “Shh, shh, c’mon here,” he offered up gently as he pulled her in close to him and hugged onto her. As he held onto her, he could her breathing quicken and her chest heave as the tears never seemed to stop. Trying to calm her down, he kissed the top of her head, “Karina, I need you to take a deep breath.”

She just continued to shake her head, still very much in denial about the whole thing. “N-no.” she breathed out as she balled her fists in his jacket, “I-If we go,  then that means she’s really gone, and I don’t want her to be gone. I don’t want Mom to be gone; I want her to come home and be with us….” she continued to cry. “I want Mom, I want to change what happen- W-why can’t we change it? W-why couldn’t the doctor’s save her? They saved me, why couldn’t they save her?” the questions just flooded out as the child finally broke.

Almost at tears at this point himself, Kakashi just continued to hold on tight to his daughter, knowing that this right here might have been the hardest moment of everything. “I know you miss her and you just want Mom to come back, but sometimes we don’t get what we want, no matter how much we wish for. We can’t change what happened, Karina, it’s not how things work…”

Looking up from his chest, she asked a question that finally broke him,“But, but how are we going to live without her, Dad…?”

Frowning, he shook his head as he admitted the truth, “I don’t know yet…” he trailed for a moment, “But, we will, and we’re going to be just fine. I promise, Karina…”