Friends are a good thing, even if they tread a different path.

“The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.” ― C. JoyBell C. Private indie Bleach OC written by Era. Read my rules and about before interaction. This blog is a side blog to onepunchkill. Header (hover) artwork by faemoria.

[pupofficer]

/wags tail at

She gives a quick look around, making sure no one else can see... then crouches a bit and wiggles her own tail in excitement. It’s not often she sees another furred one around here, so she’s trying to maintain her human composure - but it’s hard not to get all excited!

“H-hello there...! Where’d you come from? I hope you’re well! Can you speak?” Their presence feels familiar but... why? “Have we met before?”

[pupofficer]

vampire saori and fufu being friends just makes me think... werewolf (weredog??) fufu except shes just  stuck as a woof all the time

vampire and werewolf friends

[pupofficer]

@snowseam // (x)

Until then, consider me your confidence.

The touch to her shoulder relaxes her enough, but she’s still slightly fearful. Her world has been shaken to its core; not only has she lost so many friends in this war, but she’s lost her father, the one true pillar in her life. There are other pillars, sure - you don’t build a house on one foundation post, after all. But it’s still shaky even so, just as her breath is when she exhales.

Being strong is hard. She’s a lot stronger than she thinks she is, though - that’s what everyone around her says. It’s funny, it’s been years since the loss, but sometimes it still hits very strong and hard. Paws rub together in uncertainty as Fufu contemplates this, wonders what would Papa say if he was here? Would he say the same things?, thoughts that come without her even realizing. It’s a hard habit to break, but she knows eventually... eventually she can. Eventually, things will be rebuilt, much like society was being. It will be okay again. It will be.

These things just take time.

“Thank you, Captain,” Fufu bows her head, smiling just a touch, “you know, sometimes I think things haven’t changed much, but when I really open my eyes... everything’s different. Not that it’s a bad thing,” she adds quickly, looking up as her ears lay flat to the side in submission, “it’s definitely... it’s.” 

Saying its better is still hard, almost impossible, so she finds a way around the words. “It’s a lot nicer than it could be.” Succinct, to the point, just like the breath she takes. “And I think it’s something I can take pride in. Just like you,” her ears lift and she smiles wider at Rukia now, eyes partially squinted in happiness. “I’d be happiest to consider you my new confidence, Ruki- I mean, Captain.”

[pupofficer]

@scopesting

She waves her little paw in greeting. This person’s new! She loves meeting new people, even though she’s not entirely sure if it’s still safe to. Regardless, Fufu is here and she’s ready to greet this new potential friend!

“Hello! How are you? Would you like a cookie? They’re fresh out of the oven and baked with love!”

[snowseam]

“ i wish i had your confidence in this, Ms. Rukia. " from FUFU WEH

THE PHANTOM MENACE SENTENCE STARTERS

     her smile for her officer softens into a thoughtful gaze after hearing her statement. just simply attending a shinigami women’s association meeting wasn’t something she felt was brave or coming from a place of confidence, it was simply just a duty like anything else she took on directly linked to her profession. not everyone having confidence within them was something rukia knew as well as the back of her hand as she had experienced it herself for years, decades even. to feel as if you have no solid place and are unable to make one is something she would never wish upon anyone, certainly not one of her own.

     that confidence that eluded her for so long now flows through rukia with ease and she wishes it were as simple to just reach out and touch fufu to lend her some. the gentle breeze of late spring carry the scent of orchids past them and the memories of her past mentors back to her. is this how she looked and sounded to her late superiors? she thinks of how they would personally guide fufu, the thought of kaien’s outspoken and rough disposition mixing into the softhearted nature she has brings the smile back to her face. the remembrance doesn’t evoke sadness as it used to for so long but instead pride and a gratefulness that she is both his and ukitake’s successor, the kindness and leadership they showed her is the same she’s determined to hand off tenfold to her own squadron.

          ‘ it will come one day as naturally as walking or talking is to you now. i promise. ‘ her voice is sound in the certainty she also exudes in her body language, a gentle hand being placed upon the other’s shoulder in tandem with the affirmation. ‘ until then, consider me your confidence. ‘