- Ichigo: [grinds against rukias knee]
- Ichigo: [pants]
- Ichigo: [heavily]
- Rukia: --
- Ichigo: [grips her shoulders]
- Ichigo: H-Hahh..!
- Rukia: o-o
- Ichigo: [Throws his head back]
- Rukia: ...........................
- Ichigo: N-Nng..! [Bites his tongue as his hips jerk]
- Rukia: ............... { Stares at Ichigo }
- Ichigo: Ahh..! [Came.]
- Rukia: .... { just sitting there }
- ( εlεсτɾα hεαɾτ. ): did he just hump her leg
- ( εlεсτɾα hεαɾτ. ): until he came
- Ichi-Mun.: yes
- ( εlεсτɾα hεαɾτ. ): oh.
- Tamotsu: :I
- Byakuya: :I
- Rukia: ......
- Ichigo: @o@
- Rukia: { is innocent }
- Ishida: [Shakes head.]
❝Working the Women for Dummies❞; By Ichigo Kurosaki. [ x ]
Ｔｈｅ ｇｉｆｔ ｏｆ ａ Ｆｒｉｅｎｄ — Demi Lovato.
A little gay edit I did for Roo.~
Sorry if it looks cheap and rusty. u v u;;
⊱ 5|12|13 ⊰
- Rukia: { Hands nii-sama flowers. }
- Rukia: NII-SAMA I PICKED THEM FOR YOU Q~Q
- Byakuya: IM NOT YOUR MOTHER
- Rukia: Nii-Sama i made you spicey food for Mother's day
- Byakuya: ... now was it /supposed/ to be spicy or did it end up that way--
- Rukia: { Hangs head and mopes off to the corner. }
- Ichigo: ...
- Ichigo: [crawls to rukia] ill eat it okaasan
- Ichigo: Q.Q
- Tamotsu: [crawls to momma like daddy did]
- Rukia: Q.Q { Opens arms for babbu. }
- Tamotsu: ... [Sticks out his tongue and taps his chubby hands on papa's arm.]
- Rukia: .... =w=
- Rukia: { Scoots next to them. }
- Tamotsu: [Begins to waddle about - walking slightly]
- Ichigo: --
- Rukia: --
- Rukia: { Scoots into ichigos lap and watches. } OnO
- Ichigo: .... [wraps arms around rukia's waist and peers over her shoulder]
- Tamotsu: [stumbles, his arms waving before he uprights himself; and of course, keeps walking with a determined scowl upon his face.]
- Byakuya: [watches]
- Maria: u gotta record this for the blog
- Maria: this is his first time walking
- Maria: mothers day
- Maria: may 12
- Rukia: fdsag HOW RECORD
- Rukia: HOW HUMAN THINGS
- Ichigo: kdfjhgd [GETS A CAMERA]
- Rukia: Q~Q { Waves chappy flag of encouragement. }
- Tamotsu: [Glances to momma and holds up his index finger, a silent 'i got dis' being said as he presses his lips together and continues his half-walk, half-waddle to the couch.]
- Ichigo: OoO
- Byakuya: [Took the camera from Ichigo to record because what a slacker.]
- Rukia: .... { Squeaks. }
- Rukia: { Covers mouth. }
- Ichigo: SSSSH
- Byakuya: SSSH
- Rukia: fjdsafdgsajdkalw
- Tamotsu: [FLAILS HIS ARMS, BEGINNING TO FALL AND THEN ---- grabs the arm of the couch. He made it.]
- Ichigo: --
- Byakuya: QuQ !
- Rukia: { SCREAMS. }
Cause you’re a hard soul to save
With an ocean in the way
But I’ll get around it
I’ll get around it
(Source: dyingforpanem)
{ooc—} Due to certain situations that have occurred as of late, as well as previous events in the past, I’m unfortunately here to announce that the scheduled wedding between my Ichigo and his current Rukia has been cancelled. I know that I posted that I had been contemplating deactivation not that long ago (a month at the most, perhaps?) though regardless of keeping my blog, the wedding is still off.
I apologize for all whom may have been invited, as well as those readers who were looking forward to viewing it. However, as I said, certain things have happened, and, well… I’m afraid my Ichigo and DancingWhiteDeath’s Rukia are going to eventually be parting ways. It’s nothing personal - nothing that need’s noting, and I will simply tell you now that I will not answer questions if they are to be asked. If you ask Rukia’s mun and she’s willing to answer - so be it; I do not mind, I’m simply keeping things on the down-load on my side of things.
That being said, again I am sorry - forgiveness is most certainly wanted, though it’s not as though we’ve done anything wrong… These things happen, role-players drift a part; and sadly, online relationships - friendships, are much harder to keep. I hope we haven’t disappointed too many in stating this; but surely, this had to be said.
It was fun while it lasted, however. And for that, I am thankful.
Sorry guys.
❊ ❆ ❊ ❆ ❊ ❆ ❊ ❆
It was late, and it was hauntingly quiet, even for such a desert hour.
It had been a while since such a lonesome feeling had prodded at Rukia’s mental prosperity in such a manner. Regardless, she knew better than to feel sorry for herself. She knew she had to put on a brave face, for her son most of all. But there was something keeping her back from possessing any single fragment of hope, and she wasn’t sure what it was.
Tamotsu quite naturally a quiet child. But over the span of a restless few nights, his seemingly infinite cries nearly put Rukia over the edge— for the sole reason that she knew, no matter how hard she tried, as many hours as she spent holding, coddling, and reassuring him that everything would be alright, she knew there was nothing she could do.
The days seemed to be going by faster now, blending together in a blur of headaches and mind-numbing s i l e n c e. Her own son was growing before her eyes, and she couldn’t slow it down or stop it.
This night was no different than the past several; empty, barren.
A tiny, unsteady fist came to nest in her tangled raven locks as the dark-auburn haired toddler hiccuped wet tears into Rukia’s chest. Her own fingers brushed through the boy’s silky layers, her chin resting gently atop the child’s head. As heart-wrenching of an image as it was to see him this way, she knew this was the end. How many hours had it been that he had been exhausting himself with endless sobs? The poor boy had nothing left. His tiny frame was ʟɪᴍᴘ now, curled up on his mother’s chest like as ragdoll would.
All Rukia could do was hold him, rock him gently, her arms hopefully providing more reassurance than words ever could. So, that’s what she did.
And soon, she found herself engulfed by the darkness of the room.
“…
I’m not a midget.” { Grumble grumble. }
“Uh, well—”
You’re pretty damn close.
“Don’t even think about saying it.”
