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at anyone that’s still here -- this blog is going to be moved to a new group, so feel free to unfollow! 

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𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟹𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙺𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚁𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚊 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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I did this dynamic on Facebook and used it to test new coloring styles uwu

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Rukia: Would you rather stab Ichigo or-

Byakuya: Stab Kurosaki.

Rukia: But you didn’t even hear the other-

Byakuya: Stab Kurosaki.

Rukia:

Ichigo:

Ichigo: Not gonna lie, I feel a bit unsafe right now.

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Rukia Kuchiki © Bleach - Tite Kubo

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Quick drawing of Rukia from Bleach. Rlly quick…yes, she has Lego hands. XD

Bleach anime is back so, am redoing a Hollow Ichigo painting I did a while back. Should be out next week.

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Queens 👑

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baddestdangerboy:

She’s lucky there.

He shrugs one shoulder. “Didn’t melt, yeah. It was shitty. But I made it, I always do. Probably won’t happen again anytime soon.”

          “I have to say, it’s weird being back here. It’s just as busy as I remember, but it feels quieter than before,” she glanced at him. “Or is it just me?”

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tiredsasukeboy:

Sasuke was curious about his other-self, but perhaps it was better if he didn’t know. After all, that person wasn’t him. He was different. “….I don’t really care. He isn’t here now.  I am.” He replied nonchalantly, then stuck his hands in his pockets. “I’m 13.”  While he was a long way from being considered ‘grown-up’ he still hated being referred to as a kid.

“…I’m sorry you were brought back here.” The apology might have come as a surprise, but this was something Sasuke had learned to sympathize with. Everyone in The Hive was in the same situation.

          Her brows furrowed despite herself. She felt bad. He was still young-- a child, really. She composed herself quickly because even though this wasn’t the Sasuke she knew, if their personalities were similar in any way, showing any sort of pity would be bad. 

     She shook her head, and waved away his apology. It was a definitely a surprise, but appreciated nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it-- I lived my life back home and left everything in a state of peace. My family can take care of themselves, so I’m not overly worried...” Her eyes had followed after someone that had walked by them before they shifted back to him. “How about you? How have you adjusted to all of this?”

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theeternalartist:

“….”

Silence right away.  Even the words that was clouding his mind had dispersed along with the fog.  Everlasting … That was the word she used, and she was absolutely right.  He had left his mark in this city.  Not in a way that his name would usually be associated with.  Not through puppets, not through death.  No, it wasn’t any of those.  Time and time again he found himself reminded of words spoken to him so long ago.  His eyes looked to his left arm as his other hand moved to cover his wrist, the seal concealed behind bandages that carried one of his forbidden puppets, a puppet that marked his true sin.

“You know, there wouldn’t be a single soul that would believe the stories that could be told about me here.  I do sometimes wonder if this is how I would had turned out if I actually had people that gave a damn about me at home,” and of course of they didn’t die on him.  It was truly a bothersome thought, but it may as well be for the best.  There was nothing that can be done now, and he still had a chance to do his proper work.  Rukia was right … he had to think positive.

“Heh… and to think you still look absolutely adorable with a blush,” a quick shift in topic to try and stir things in a more proper direction.  Eyes had opened to look back over to his dear friend.  He knew she had her life outside of her, and he also knew that life could be carried on over here at any time.  He would have to make sure this family of hers stayed safe.  Simple as that.  He was … a hero, after all.

          The shinigami sighed. A small smile played on her lips as it seemed that her words had reached him well enough-- that was all she could do at the moment. Trying to ease his mind when he had so often anchored her to this city despite all the fighting that was happening in her world was the absolute least she could do. 

     She was unsure whether not remembering her human life was a curse or a blessing. If she was being honest she’d never once given it a thought until this very moment. Hearing him say that no one cared about him while he was alive tore at her heart, but she kept her smile in place. “Perhaps you were always meant to be here,” she attempted as she patted his arm gently.

     “Oh hush,” the gentle pat quickly turned into a chastising swat. Though the blush didn’t lessen, Rukia shook her head and walked on ahead of him.  “Come on, I’m not getting any less hungry. And just because you flatter me doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get out of paying.”

     She grinned back at him, appreciating how easy it was to talk with him. Genuinely, she had missed him. It had always been so easy with him, going from something deep and heavy, to light hearted banter-- even though she was worlds away, she felt right at home. “So, tell me what’s new.”

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protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

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Injury Starters

“Whoa, when did you get this?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Hold still— I need to clean it.”

“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”

“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”

“What the hell happened to your face?”

“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”

“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”

“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”

“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”

“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”

“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”

“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”

“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”

“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”

“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”

“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”

“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”

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twitter. 

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inmaesmoriam:

FROM: Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes TO: All contacts

[txt]: EXCUSE ME EVERYONE I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT  [txt]: attached file: my_daughter_just_turned_3.jpg [txt]: look at my beautiful daughter!!!! she just turned 3!!!! isn’t she perfect?????

     [txt]: She’s so cute!! You two are adorable. What’s her name? If you don’t mind me asking.      [txt]: Here’s mine-- she’d just climbed onto a tree after I told her she shouldn’t.      [txt]: attached file.

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            -----CLUNK!!

     An empty water bottle just knocked her over.

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firefist:

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❝You … You look familiar. I really can’t put my finger on it though. I met you here, maybe?❞ At least, he was sure that she wasn’t someone from back home.

          “Hm... I believe I’ve seen you around Sasori’s inn,” her head canted to the side as if to get a better look at him, “but I don’t think we’ve met formally... I could be wrong; it’s been a long time since.”

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albinosin:

    “—hard to tell if I should consider such familiar faces a nuisance… or a ‘gifted’ opportunity.” Slender fingers drummed upon the zanpakutou’s clothed grip, dancing idly along it in thought before dropping away and coming to rest, as a fist, beneath it’s wielder’s chin. “Maybe it’s too early to judge.”

  A shift in position followed soon after the release of an amused breath, a cold stare locked curiously upon newly targeted prey. “Whaddaya think, shinigami? Willing to play?”  /  ( @tofrost )

          “While you decide on that, I can tell you that yours is definitely a nuisance.” As expected, she knocked his hand away with one smooth motion. She didn’t appreciate being touched by such cold hands. 

     She matched his stare, though the shinigami had to tilt her head back slightly to meet it. She wanted to decline his offer, but there was a part of her that was curious. She wouldn’t mind a quick spar. “Depends. What do you have in mind?”