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@fushichoumomo replied: CHILDREN??? I am a grown woman!"
❝ Could've fooled me with all that yelling and posturing. I thought better of you. ❞
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Rukia vc: it's too rowdy in here. the children are fighting.
#moon reflects upon the dancing snowflakes | ic#rukia vc: not my monkeys not my circus#I NEED TO MAKE ICONS but i am so lazy....real
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Like this for a a starter. Length may very as I develop my muse for her.
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" ... You . Still siding with them , after you nearly lost your life ? "
❝ I did not abandon my oath like you did. ❞ Rukia glared coldly towards the woman before her. Unrecognizable. Though the two never interacted much. Rukia often heard of her through Renji - stories. Pleasant interactions between the two as friends. She'd heard how Momo protested Renji's imprisonment at the hands of her brother and how Momo argued against her execution. Yet still, Rukia was filled with disappointment at the betrayal and the defection at Aizen's side - a man who had manipulated everything in order to gain something hidden within her body.
Rukia would be lying if she didn't feel violated at the thought of something like the Hogyoku being hidden in her without her knowledge and then subsequently being ripped from her body as well. It seemed as if her autonomy was consistently taken from her. Yet, still, the woman found herself sideing with the Court guard. An oath that she made. The one choice she had. She chose to remain under the Kuchiki and loyal to the court guard alongside Renji. She wielded her blade. She alone made that choice. She would stand by it. Her seolve icy cold. Sode No Shirayuki hummed at her side sensing her heart. Previously, Rukia had been filled with complex emotions and her resolve was weak. Yet, over the coming months she'd found a resolve that not even Momo's gaze would shatter. No longer was she fragile like glass.
❝ You made have abandoned your loyalty but I did not. My brother expects great things of me. I have friends here. I have a family. I will not be swayed by Aizen's false promises. I didn't fall prey to a liar. I didn't fall in love with a twisted man. ❞
#fushichoumomo#moon reflects upon the dancing snowflakes | ic#so this got really deep#rukia has a lot of feelings and she is just like: ok but i wont be judged for my choices and my resolve#girl boss rukia tbh#i have thoughts and i need to organize them LOL#and make icons and do a lot of things tbhhhh
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about to try and make icons for rukia. though i am considering commissioning like I did for bya.
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I’ve often had a lot of complex thoughts about how Rukia felt being adopted into the Kuchiki family. A lot of it has to do with her loneliness and isolation as well as feeling like an outsider. Kaiden helped a lot of that by embracing and training her. Despite being from a noble family he spoke informally and very casually. It didn’t help that Byakuya essentially avoided her. However finding out he didn’t do so out of malice helped her heal. It’s not a perfect situation. It’s complex and nuanced.
All this to say that Rukia has a very complicated situation that did impact her mental health for a very long time.
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❝ I didn't think you were that lazy. ❞ The soul reaper replied as she gazed at him sprawled out on the bench. But whatever. It's fine. She'll kick his ass into shape. ❝ So you're going to nap while hollows run rampant? You're going to ignore the screams of innocents in order to catch a few zzz's? ❞
She switches tactics. ❝ I guess I'll have to just go solo on this one. Me and Sode no Shirayuki can handle it. ❞
@deathsmoon asked: "Long time no see huh? I've been sent on a mission again. Want to team up? By want to, I mean you're going to help me right? After all we work well together." :>

"I guess so. I mean I really don't wanna give up this spot on this bench here." Ichigo had been sprawled against a bench, it was warm and comfortable. He had even begun to doze off when the reaper had shaken him awake and announced her mission to him. It was hard for him to get a decent night's sleep these days. What with everything that was going on with his duties or just every day life. He would turn on his side, facing her but still laying down, orange bangs caressing over his forehead.
"Tell me the details while I build up the energy to get up." He would proclaim, arms tucked under his head. "Then I'll help you."
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deathsmoon - is a sideblog to prideblades so if you follow that blog and you follow this one, we're mutuals. This blog will be highly selective as I develop my muse for Kuchiki Rukia. This is a study in family, loneliness, nobility, duty, emotions and more. Danced by Crescent. If you've read the rules of my main blog then it all applies to this one essentially.
Duplicates are welcome!
currently iconless until I make some
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