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ooc; EXCUSE ME EVERYONE. IF I MAY HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE. +Clinks fork on wine glass+ TODAY IS MY ROLE PLAY PARTNER’S BIRTHDAY. Yes, my Rukia’s Ichigo’s mun as well as Byakuya’s mun and Ishida’s mun. So… GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. RIGHT NOW. DO IT. >B| Her Ichigo: [x] Her Ishida: [x] Her Byakuya: [x] Her personal: [x] As much as she had let her brother’s reaction get to her earlier, it almost didn’t matter now. Despite how stubborn she was, he had a valid arguement. And she did know deep within her, that their child would be loved. Regardless of where her brother stood on the situation, it would be a part of not only her life, but her lover’s life, as well the noble’s life. — Bunny undies [This was him and Rukia (reblogged this from personal)]
“ＮＯ ＭＯＲＥ ＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ｄｅａｄ ＡＳ ＩＦ ｄｅａｔｈ ＩＴＳＥＬＦ ＷＡＳ ＵＮＤＯＮＥ ＮＯ ＭＯＲＥ ｃａｌｌｉｎｇ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＣＲＯＷ; ＦＯＲ Ａ ｂｏｙ, ＦＯＲ Ａ ＢＯＤＹ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＧＡＲＤＥＮ ＮＯ ＭＯＲＥ ｄｒｅａｍｉｎｇ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＧＩＲＬ ＳＯ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ , ＳＯ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ ＮＯ ＭＯＲＥ ＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ｇｉｒｌ ＳＯ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ , ＳＯ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ ＮＯ ＭＯＲＥ ＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ ｌｉｋｅ Ａ ＧＩＲＬ ＳＯ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＷＯＲＬＤ.” (Source: shinokurocho)
“Good evening.”
(Source: rukiadaily)
Rukia clenched a fist around the hilt of her Zanpakuto, eyebrows pulling together into an unforgiving glare at the unpleasantly familiar reiatsu. “I highly suggest you take your business, whatever it may entail, elsewhere.” Traitor. The word snapped within her mind and echoed through the rest of her body, though she halted herself from speaking it aloud.
Amidst the contradictory burning, piercing chill that engulfed the petite Shinigami, unsettled indigo irises quivered in perplexity that a mask of reform had failed to disguise. Her Zanpakuto spirit’s presence had always been easier for her to distinguish from everyone else. There was an obvious coldness, initially, however she was more so aware than anyone that there was a spark within her core, which was superfluous when compared to the spirit’s arrogance. “Sode no Shirayuki…” She spoke the name of her Zanpakuto in a hushed tone, the words lacking any trace of question. Rukia stood still as her eyes carefully scanned over the silver haired female spirit of the blade she wielded with her own two hands. Her stance matched the coldness that singed through the air, as well as the bitter, icy orbs of the other— as if she had been frozen in her own place. (Source: rukongai)
“It’s nice to see you again, Matsumoto.” She bowed her head slightly, to gesture a courteous nod of respect towards the other female sub-captain. 
“Inoue…” She mumbled, holding onto the delicate trinket between her thumb and index finger. She knew she would regret this later… but— she also knew her friend would have appreciated this. “I saw this and couldn’t pass this up.” Gently grasping the girl’s wrist with her free hand, she held turned the teen’s hand upward to place the tiny object in Orihime’s open palm. 
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ooc; Just so you all know, I would really appreciate it if people asked me before taking/using my icons, considering a great deal of the icons I use I have made/cropped/edited myself. I’m usually pretty lenient about things like this… but that is something that I really feel strongly about. Chances are I’ll say go for it if you ask me to use them, but otherwise I may confront you about it, if I notice a repeating trend of it. Because it is vitally the same things as reposting someone else’s art and not giving credit. Sorry to be such an whiny old man, it’s just something that bothers me. :/