#blind!verse

[koukennin]

MODERN AU - Business!Verse & Glass!Verse

Business!Verse  (  based on @uchihaheir‘s verse  )

Name: Itachi Uchiha Occupation/Status: CEO of Uchiha Inc. Lives: in Kyoto in a big apartment near the edge of the city as he likes the quiet it gives him. Age: 22 Having taken over his father’s company, Itachi is currently the CEO of Uchiha Inc. A big famous tech company that is known worldwide, this leaves a lot of responsibility on the elder Uchiha’s young shoulders, something that can easily be seen, however, knowing it’s his duty to follow the family tradition, Itachi has never complained and never showed any desire towards anything else as he knew what he was expected to do once he got of age and was done with his education. Before Itachi took over the company, he had worked hard to please his father, something that didn’t change even after Itachi became very ill, a thing that almost cost him his life which ended up changing the elder Uchiha’s behavior towards his little brother, making Itachi appreciate what he had a lot more in the way that he started to pay far more attention to Sasuke. Itachi begin to make sure that their father wasn’t putting too much pressure on the younger of the two as he realized how little time he had to really enjoy his life before everything.

In Itachi’s free time, he likes to cook, spend time with his brother and listen to classic music, he also has a weakness for (dango) bonsai trees and got at least three at home.

Glass!Verse (  Based on this, aka blind!modern verse  )

Name: Itachi Uchiha Occupation/Status: Studying music & works from home. Lives: Konoha city with his family though, also has his own apartment that he uses at times. Age: 20 

At the age of fourteen, Uchiha Itachi was the victim of a hate-crime against the rich Uchiha family that resulted the poor youth to lose 90% of his vision - becoming “blind” which was due to being hit directly in the eyes with strong chemicals. 

Nowadays, the elder Uchiha does home-studies in the form of reading Braille and listening to private instructors that he talks with over Skype or in person. At home - at times - Itachi has Izumi, who is a caretaker, specialized to take care of the blind eldest of Fugaku, something that has been insisted on by Fugaku Uchiha himself, who hired Izumi specially for that job. Izumi is a 24/7 caretaker, even if she isn’t with the eldest every day, which means that Itachi can call her at any time if he needs help, a power that the blind male rarely uses due to being pretty capable of doing things himself - even blind, Itachi still shows his far above average intelligence. The blind male, even like this, is still seen as a genius, something that greatly shows as Fugaku still calls his eldest son to discuss business with him when he needs someone else’s opinion on certain things. 

Facts:

Itachi even after his incident, still plays violin, something he has been taken lessons on since he was merely 5 years old. Due to the many years that the eldest son has been playing the beautiful instrument, it’s almost impossible to hear that Itachi is blind when he plays. Some that has heard him play, even had to get confirmation that the eldest Uchiha was in fact really blind.

Itachi has a great love for piano music though, doesn’t play it as much as he plays the violin, he feels less confident in this ability, and even then, still plays beautifully in many’s eyes.

More times than not, Itachi wears sunglasses to hide his eyes, this is done out of courtesy to the people around him, as even blind, Itachi can still follow individuals pretty decently due to the faint light and shadows that the eldest can make out.

When Itachi is not wearing his sunglasses, people can make out faint scars around the male’s eyes if they look closely enough, something that appeared after the incident, but also due to a few surgeries that were attempted to save his eyes. 

Itachi’s eyelids tend to flicker softly with or without his sunglasses as he still has the tendency to feel like he needs to blink at times.

[ghostlight-soul-blog]

@akinagi from here >

From what Marek could perceive, the other male seemed to take his time before putting out the flames on his coat. And from the sound of it he had started patting it out with his bare hand. Marek frowned slightly.

Isn’t he scared of burning himself? Or did it happen often enough for him to be used to it?

The air still smelled of burnt feathers but the sizzling sound of the flames was gone, meaning that the other had successfully extinguished the fire. Marek didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if the fire hadn’t been put out. Seeing the house he had lived in being burned down and losing his mother to it at the age of seven had been enough fire for the young man and also had left its marks on his body. So every little fire around him made him nervous, which was also one of the reasons why he had approached the stranger.

But there was one little thing that bothered Marek: the absence of a ‘Thank you’; overall the lack of an audible response. Since he had lost his eyesight, all he could rely on were sounds, even with the echolocation ability granted by his devil fruit.

“Excuse me again, Sir” he approached the other once more. “I don’t want to come off as rude, but I failed to hear any words of thanks.”

[doctorblake]

Zzzzz (blind!verse perhaps?)

Send ‘Zzz’ for a short drabble of/reaction to my character waking up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.

As Danielle Blake turned over in bed, the sound of raindrops pelting at her windows, she realized the mattress wasn’t quite groaning as much in protest as it normally did under her weight.

Her eyes fluttered open and were immediately greeted by the sight of a streak of messy blonde hair. Jim, she recognized instantly.

The last Danielle had seen of Jim the day before, she had dropped him back at his apartment after their consultation with the doctor and further discussion over the lunch. She’d given the admiral the space she knew he needed, to weigh everything the surgeon had told him.

So how she had wound up at her place at some point in the evening, without her knowing, was anybody’s guess.

She placed a gentle hand on his his back, tracing lines between the freckles she could see peeking out of his shirt. They reminded her of constellations, one even looked like the little dipper if she squinted a little.Finally her touch moved to Jim’s shoulder, rocking him lightly. “Jim?” she whispered into the dusky light of the room. “Jim, you okay?”