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@himekushinada || University AU aka Broke Student Chronicles

[Text 09:59 pm] Sooooooooooooooo....you know that icecream that was in the freezer? 👀

[Text 2215] Kushina.

[Text 2216] Before I answer that, I need you to understand that the correct phrasing is “the ice cream we were sharing.”

[Text 2217] The second thing I need to know is whether I still have ice cream.

[Text 2217] Think about it. Carefully. I only have 12 dollars till Friday.

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[@Konohagakurekakashi Mājutsu AU Character Cheat Sheet]

Character Name: Hatake Kakashi

Age: 12 years at the start of the AU (Birth date is 15 September and the AU starts on the 1st of September, so a few days short of 13)

School Year: Third Year Student

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Head of House: Tobirama Senju

Wand: Dogwood with a Dragon Heartstring core. 12 Inches. Hard Flexibility.

Patronus (Future): Hokkaidō Wolf

Familiar: A pug puppy named Pakkun.

Go-to Spell: ‘Incarcarous’- To tie up self-proclaimed rivals. He uses it a lot. Followed by ‘Impedimenta’ for exactly the same reason.

Favourite Professor: Hashirama Senju~ the man was quirky, weird and literally sparkled 24/7 at the opportunity to teach about leaves and magic tubers.

Least Favourite Professor: Tobirama Senju~ only because he was immune to the cover of Kakashi’s Witch Weekly Magazine. (Kakashi still enjoyed the subject matter taught however.)

Subjects: Potions, Charms, Transfiguration (Favoured⭐), Astronomy, Herbology (Favoured⭐), Care of Magical Creatures (Favoured⭐), Defence Against the Dark Arts, Flying (Favoured ⭐), Divination, Arithmancy.

Clubs: Wizards’ Chess Club; Root ; Duel Club; Professor Hashirama’s gardening Club

Likes: Salty Snacks; Library books; Fluffy Scarves (No matter the season); All of the Weekly Magazines to which he is an avid subscriber including but not limited to:

Witch Weekly; Wizard Enquirer; The Witch’s Friend; Seeker Weekly; Spella Weekly; Spellbound and Which Broomstick?

Kakashi likes flavoured tea; sunny spots; Eggplants and dogs. Kakashi is also a Ballycastle Bats supporter and decked out his trunk in an array of Ballycastle Bats’ stickers.

Dislikes: Answering questions in class; being the centre of attention; sweets/desserts; coffee; loud noises; Hogsmeade Weekends; full moons; Politics and Blood Feuds; being reminded of his relation to their quirky Potion’s Professor and The Ministry of Magic.

Quidditch Team/Position: Ravenclaw Chaser (Joined the team in the middle of his Second Year when his predecessor was diagnosed with a sudden case of Dragon Pox).

Family: [Father] Hatake Sakumo. Pure Blood. Forcibly retired-Auror, turned Hogwarts Professor.

[Mother] Hatake Sūmire. Muggle-Born. Deceased.

[Siblings] None, only child.

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Friends/Known Acquaintances: He doesn’t think that he has or needs friends, as he mostly keeps to himself. It’s easier than trying to figure out social etiquette and what reaction would be most appropriate for what occasion. Pakkun is probably his best confidant; the pug-bearer of all of his secrets. People-wise Kakashi only ever interacts with his Quidditch Team and the other members of the clubs which he forms a part of.

Physical Traits: Tall, lanky with a perpetual slouch and tuffs of hair that no amount of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion™ will ever be able to tame. He also has a long scar travelling through his left lid and down the side of his face.

Peculiar Character Habbits: Like all Ravenclaws Kakashi is known to be very clever and takes to his academic workload like one takes to breathing. He always wears scarves to cover the lower half of his face, even in the height of summer. He has an entire box of library books stashed underneath his bed waaay passed their return date, resulting in Kakashi just avoiding the Library and its Keeper altogether. Social cues are for Hufflepuffs. Kakashi prefers to just turn a page (dramatically) or quip a dry, witty response when the need arises. Kakashi tends to drown his tea with milk (kills it really) and has an entire corner in the hospital wing dedicated to his existence. He has a horrid sense of time; arriving either too late or too early --if at all. He also has all of the Wizard Collectable Trading Cards even though he doesn’t eat a lick of chocolate.

Dream for the Future: He once dreamt about being an Auror, then that dream was quickly replaced by the simplistic lure of an eggplant farmer (though his father and supposed 'support system' merrily snorted at this). Now the only dream Kakashi has to endure is the one where he skips through the Leaky Cauldron wearing nothing but ill-matched socks. The rest, Kakashi thinks; he’ll just wing when he gets there.~

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[ I was about to make this giant meta because my favorite Obito tagged me but @himekushinada won't stop talking about her 'too-clean' sandwich xDD

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@himekushinada || Kushina finds the fun emoji || Broke College Student AU?!

[Text: 10:27] ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

[Text: 10:28] Please don’t send that to the landlord. We still need him to fix the sink.

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@himekushinada:

“Ne—blondie. You gonna crawl outta bed willingly, or do I have to peel you off like a badly-shaped sticker and fling you out the window?”

Based on HC: As long as Minato knows there is no danger and no pressing matters to attend to, he will not leave the fluffy confines of his bed willingly. Kushina never cares much for his consent though.

A linen-cool morning; one rude stripe of sun across the futon; cedar and last night’s tea soft in the air. Minato went strategically boneless beneath the quilt, face half-buried, hair pointing due north like a weather report. At the edge of the mattress: a heel tap-tap -- impatient metronome -- then fingers testing the blanket’s hem, a tug that meant business.

“…Counterproposal,” he informed the cotton, dignified as a cat under a sheet. “I remain a limited-edition sticker until there’s fire, war, or paperwork delivered at the door.”

Tap tap. The hem advanced an inch.

“New counterproposal. Two minutes.” Two fingers emerged like a treaty flag at the words. “At T plus 120 seconds I will voluntarily convert into a person, make tea, and present myself for flinging drills if still required.”

The heel stilled; the fingers did not. The blanket slid to collarbone -- administrative progress. He sighed the ancient sigh of men exiled from their natural habitat, peeled one shoulder into daylight, and sat up with tragic decorum.

A rake of hand through hair that did nothing to appeal to the nest he called a fringe. He then aimed a watery, yet wounded look at the foot-tapper.

"Why."

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@himekushinada: Pokes his cheek with her chopsticks. "Stop ignoring me!"

"'M not" He grumbles, before finger-pads come to rub the spot on his cheek, brushing a stray noodle off in the process.

"I'm just..." his words trail off, swallowed by the soft clink of ceramic against wood and the layered hum of Ichiraku’s - laughter, the faint sizzle from the back, the warm press of broth-scented air curling between them. His gaze settles on his bowl, watching the little, oily bubbles drift and break around the pink spiral of a lone fishcake, the broth’s surface trembling faintly with every thunk against the wooden counter.

"He's...young." His voice is barely above a murmur, as if admitting something to himself -- which in many ways, he was. In their trade, age was hardly something to worry about.

And in all fairness, they had been too. But something in Kakashi's solemn expression made him wilt inside.

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[konohagakurekakashi]

@KonohagakureKakashi’s Character Sheet for the Bounties & Fuselage AU a.k.a Space Pirate AU

Character Name: Hatake Kakashi

Age: He cannot be sure how much time has passed since he came into existence. He can only confirm that it has been 21 Lunar Cycles since he first woke up from stasis to Tsunade-sama cursing and swatting at the buttons and levers making out the control console of the Katsuyu.

Species: Android (Model: Synth; Serial Number: #1509001)

Planet of Origin: Origins Unknown.

(Though it’s likely he was manufactured on the Desert Planet of Sunagakure, as they were the Galactic Leaders in Robotics and Artificial Intelligence. Sunagakure was also rumoured to test a new, state of the art Synth Model to assist with the inter-species War on Hoshigakure; but evidence for said rumour has yet to be produced.)

With no actual evidence, it is safe to say that he awoke within the third Atmospheric Ring of the Gambling Planet of Tanzaku-Gai and that same was now destroyed.

Characteristics/Description: Kakashi is a synthetic human made from a costly, rare and organic material to look and mimic the function of any normal human; but with complicated, internal mechanics and biocomponents to improve on the shortcomings a naturally-born being might possess. He was crafted with enough skill that the thermal scanners outside of most establishments made specifically to pick out droids, gynoids and cybernetically enhanced individuals from the ‘breathing’ sort (because some species don’t want to share a drink with an enhanced toaster)—never flares up at his presence, as Kakashi is able to emulate body temperatures.

His cold countenance; failure to pick up on simple social cues; his habit of sending an electrical current through the resident, idiot Mechanic; coupled with the fact that he has a Serial Number and Thirium running through his veins (a dark, blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android body) are the only tell-tales of his artificial actuality.

Occupation/Posting/Abilities: Kakashi is the PES-172 Katsuyu’s Artificial Intelligence. Programmed with all known Proxima Elemental Languages/Weapon uses and strategies. He occasionally hacks into the Galaxy Police Force’s data base for information on new bounties and often overrides information on the Katsuyu’s crew and captain from competitors and casino IOU's and black lists.

Likes: People watching, Reading, Going on Hunts/Jobs, Surveying Tsunade-sama as she spent most (if not all) of their income (it was as interesting as it was terrifying), Corellian Hounds (space puppies), Thirium packets, Star formations, hacking and collecting unusual plant samples throughout their travels.

Dislikes: Obito’s loud mouth; The Captain of the PES214 Manda (The man if he could be called that, made him uneasy); The Proxima Elemental Android Act; being compared to general, household appliances.

Affiliation: PES-172 Katsuyu (Star Ship)

Known acquaintances: Kakashi can’t recall having known anyone prior to the crew of the Katsuyu. Thus they are his only acquaintances apart from the Captain's informant, the Space Hermit Jiraiya-sama and the owner of the ramen bar, ‘The Jinchūriki’, located within Whirlpool, where they go to collect their reward monies and to restock and refuel.

[Note: This is all I could think of in tired/panic-brain mode. You guys can make up your own thingus as you go along. @senjutsunade @minaa-munch @uchihaa-itachi @Uchihaa-shisui @himekushinada @Jiraiya-Legendary-Sannin @better-than-the-basilisk @swirleysarefun @strawberry-medic @serpent-spurned

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Seldom could argue that Konohagakure no Sato was the perfect hidden village; founded by the perfect union between the two strongest clans in the lands and the first of its kind. It was an example of the promise often accompanied with peace, good governance and mutual cooperation.  

It was beautiful; a product of strife and sacrifice and sheer, unadulterated loyalty: a jewel nestled between a thicket of Hashirama forests. 

And the Yondaime Hokage sincerely hoped it remained that way by the time he returned.

“Where is he?”

“I think he got caught up in something” Cue a dismissive wave of gloved fingers, “Trust Bakashi to be late today of all things.”

“Ano..but Rin too?” Something didn’t add up, and the Yondaime’s fingers tightened around the records in his hands. 

Maybe he hadn’t told them the proper time? Kami knew he had taken care of things for the most part; rescheduled most of his important meetings, informed his ANBU reserve commander, informed key Jōnin personnel...

Kami, he had even written out a guide (complete with footnotes, doodles, and annexes as to potential ‘what-ifs’) and had given it to Kakashi to safeguard the night before.

So why wasn’t he here? In fact, both Rin and Kakashi were absent. Brows furrowed lightly at the thought as blue hues flickered to the thick scroll in his hand; the last of the civilian farmer records he had intended to entrust to the three out of which, ironically, only Obito was present. 

And Naruto, for some reason. But then again, the boy did follow the Uchiha around like a henchman. 

“Don’t worry, sensei” Obito reassured him for the third time, “Naruto and I will tell Bakashi and Rin everything, ne?” Naruto nodded next to him, fists clenched under his face and practically hopping from one sandaled foot to the other. 

“Hai tebayo!” Sky blue hues, much like his own, practically sparkled and he couldn’t help but melt. That was apparently all the distraction they needed, for the next thing he knew, the scroll had been plucked from his grasp and two pairs of hands were already pushing him out the door.

“Have a safe trip!”

“Gambatte, tou chan!”  

And with that, the Yondaime was unceremoniously kicked out of his own office.

“I feel like you’re worrying too much.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He replied absently, brows still furrowed in thought before a tap to the shoulder prompted him to turn to the bemused Nara. Shikaku, for his part, had a traditional shit-eating grin on his face, one which he found particularly annoying at the moment since it was clearly at his expense. Somewhat miffed, blue hues flickered to the rest of his four man entourage; Genma, Raido and Iwashi seemed well prepared, backpacks slung comfortably over their uniformed shoulders for a trip that could be considered practically routine. 

Except it had been a while since they (the Hokage, along with his Guard Platoon) had last been summoned to the Daimyo’s Residence. Usually, Shikaku would serve as an apt representative but this time it concerned something about additional lands and shinobi clans who wanted to align themselves with the Fire Nation. 

It was cumbersome work, really. “Can we travel normally?” Genma groaned from his sot next to Raido, “No offense Hokage sama, but I just had lunch.”

Oh? “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” The Namikaze mused, fingers curled under his chin as if in thought. Genma and Raido barely had time to exchange a look before the same hand met his open palm, “I know. We’ll use this opportunity to test how well the three of you can identify my markers.”

Cue a collective groan, but he would hear nothing of it. “Its good practice, ne” the Yondaime smiled, tan digits pulling a marked kunai from the weapons pouch strapped to his waist. A beat later, he had disappeared with barely a flicker of blond hair and white haori. All was silent before--

“I hate it when he does that.” - Shiranui Genma, circa every time the Yondaime did that.

“Seconded” - Everyone else, circa whenever Genma said it. 

Normally, the Yondaime would spare his platoon the extra trouble, but he couldn’t help it. This would, at the very least, help him expend some of the trepidation he felt; despite the fact that Konoha was probably as stable as it would ever be, and that the team he had entrusted his office to knew the day-to-day village affairs almost as well as he did. 

It was just a week. Between a genius, a talented medic turned jinchuriki, and an Uchiha, what could possibly go wrong?

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