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okay guys, time to say toodles to this mess of a blog. everything recently posted from the queue will be moved to the new blog and i’ll carry some drafts with me as well. thanks for these wonderful months and let’s meet again at firstguard /

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I created a color palette challenge. Feel free to use it!

Have fun drawing :)

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: i adore ichiHo and he’s my whole ass sonHow they play them: ultimate cheegs here, legitnessThe Mun: i love them theyre so sweet and need to talk to me more heLLO?!

Do I:

RP with them: yeepWant to RP with them: every minute im breathing

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 10000000/10 i luv u

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Kurosaki Ichigo by Tite Kubo

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incoming is a soft smooch from a certain angst-riddled redhead. right on the mouth.

“I-Ichigo”

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HE WASN’T MADE OF FLESH AND BONE, OR STARLIGHT—— HE WAS MADE OF DARKNESS.

indie. priv. highly sel. HOLLOW ICHIGO. / guest muse is ichigo. / written &&. loved by MAX. / LIKE &&. REBLOG if interested in interactions /

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I enjoy the fact that you are not ashamed to use a scented candle where needed. Kudos to you. But seriously...you are doing a fantastic and entertaining job with the Strawberry. 🙌🏼 Keep it up!

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there’s more candles to come. don’t worry.

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“You would like to leave this please, yes?”

Shirayuki stands, brushing herself off, her eyes gliding over the window Shirosaki was so very tempted to smash. Truthfully she had watched him be miserable and stuck here for so long, she was almost sorry for him.

An arm extended toward Shirosaki to help him up, frost glistened on her fingertips,

“You are free to leave with me, Shirosaki. I don’t see the harm of it.”

Inviting him into her realm might be risky, but she didn’t mind the risk if he would stop being so gloomy.

❝ ... ❞

his hatred for the snow maiden notwithstanding, shirosaki allows shirayuki to pull him to his feet. his expression is blank, docile, yet... wistful. he longs for the sensations of ichigo’s body once again: he longs for the blood-lust of battle, for the everyday sensations of showering, and running his fingertips over fabrics and walls...

as the woman makes up her mind to transfer their location, his silvery gaze glances back at the window showing his king in real time. once again shirosaki is overcome with the desire to SMASH IT INTO PIECES / to DRAG HIM BACK HERE AND TORMENT HIM / to MAKE HIM REGRET LOCKING THEM IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SIDEWAYS CITY. lips are stretched wide into an animal-like snarl that shows off sharp canines and healthy pink gums.

one day... one day soon, ichigo would regret everything he’s done since his return to the throne.

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“Ichigo.”

It was almost bliss, hearing him finally say her name, him finally remembering her. The white noise of their raw energy dissipated, leaving them in a ringing silence, her arms still holding him up, she leaned into him, head on his chest, listening to his heart, just to make sure.

The spiritual battle and exertion of her spiritual pressure left her weak, using herself to nearly purify and such Shirosaki from Ichigo was dangerous, and she definitely didn’t need this to be a regular thing.

“You must rest.”

Rukia shifted him on to the bed, no longer able to keep him up herself. Her body's exhaustion caught up with her, and her lungs were nearly gasping for air.

for a moment longer he allows rukia to hold him up ( and subsequently leading him back to bed ) while he shifted through the last few months. there were flashes of memories—distorted and edged with blackness—but they didn’t make sense, and his mind ultimately rejected them. the puzzle pieces shattered into fragments and his gaze shifts to the buzzing ceiling above.

unconsciously, the soul reaper jerks rukia up onto the madeshift cot with him, holding her tiny frame tight; as if she were an anchor, keeping him from drifting into the icy sea of delusions and horrendous insanity. his expression is blank, empty, as are the warm brown eyes staring straight above. the scowl that used to dominate his face is gone—replaced with a simple flat line.

ichigo falls silent. preferring it as opposed to truly voicing his thoughts. he hadn’t had a voice in all those lost months, so why would he start now? it was stupid. slowly, slowly those empty, cold irises drift to the far left—meeting the gazes of the two smoky, semi-transparent hallucinations. they were both matching hues of white and black, but their spirit pressures were vastly contrasted. a freezing ice blue and a hellish, dripping crimson.

—ICHIGO.

BAM. his hands slam down on either side of his body; jolting the entire cot. his face twists with unbridled rage and he gives his attention to THEM—lips pulling back into a snarl. just for a moment his vicious flickers to black and silver-white—and then it’s gone.

❝ SHUT THE FUCK UP. ❞

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“ -!!! ”

It was…strange, but out of nowhere a foreboding pang of fear just rippled through her, almost like something foreign passed through her body and left her feeling cautious suddenly. Where had that come from?

Why did…why did it feel like that had come from Ichigo?

Yuzu was quick to hide her emotions as best as she could, only a small gasp came from her from shock. Trying to stay relaxed and not jump to any conclusions, she peeked up towards her taller brother and noticed he was hiding some of his face from her with his hand…Maybe he was just tired, rubbing his eye, it was pretty late. But a sensation inside told her something was wrong.

“…Ichi-nii, are you okay?” She couldn’t help but ask, but upon hearing herself say that she realized how out of place it was. However, after having had a sensation like that, towards her own brother, she had to check.

She couldn’t stand the thought of something making her afraid of her brother-

as quickly as it had come, the flare of spirit pressure is gone. fading from the world as if it never existed. along with it fades the mental pressure of his inner hollow pushing forth into the front-lines. seems he’d given up his advances for the time being. ichigo carefully lowers his hands from his face—resting them on his lap.

yuzu is given his full, undivided attention, then. eyes their natural coloring he offers the young grade-schooler a soft smile. it also takes away some of the hardness of his perpetually scowling eyes. right then ichigo looks like any other brother.

( a brother worried for his family and their safety; but a brother nonetheless ).

❝ of course. it’s just late and this calculus homework is kickin’ my butt. but anyway, yuzu, you don’t have to worry about the spirits tryin’ to hurt you: because i will always be there to protect you. i swear. ❞

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The sudden seriousness in Ichigo’s eyes caught her off guard as she lifted her gaze to meet his, but she listened carefully to what he had to say. A howling…? She hadn’t heard anything like that, but there had been feelings of being watched by something malicious, and those places she’d been avoiding as best as she could. For Ichigo to be reacting like this, there was…real danger from spirits.

If she hadn’t been scared before, now she truly was. But hearing the tone in her brother’s voice at the last sentence, the certainty that he’d protect her - that was what reassured her most in the end.

Before long Yuzu approached and sat on Ichigo’s bed beside him, hands in her lap and looking down still. It just felt safe to be around him when she was feeling so unsure like this.

“Thank you, onii-chan. I’ll try to be careful. I’ve been seeing spirits for a few days, I’m-I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, I thought it would go away-”

With how long it’s been going on, it was very likely this was something more permanent.

thoughts race through the temporary soul reaper’s mind. could it be that the growing spirit pressure issue was genetic? first he’d been seeing spirits... then karin... and now... now it was yuzu. before ichigo hadn’t really been taking these duties seriously but seeing that his family could potentially be in danger... it filled him with a sort of primal determination: an urge to grow stronger in order to protect his family.

king... i’m stronger than both of us combined... we both know that... i could protect them~

the teen nearly snorts in response to the hollow’s voice bouncing around in his head. ichigo drops his head, bringing a hand up to thread into bright orange bangs—obscuring his right eye. if shirosaki suddenly got cocky and decided to try and steal control, there was no reason to further frighten yuzu when the whites of his eyes started turning black... and the brown shifted toward golden-yellow or silver-white.

a vicious grin curls along his face; the determination swells within. his spirit pressure is growing, expanding, and leaving a pointed defense that screamed: don’t come anywhere near this house or else!

❝ i promise i will protect you! everyone! ❞

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