#ashcharm

[cherry-aqua-blossom]

Charm and Araysh are very close. If one ever needs to talk they always go to the other. 

(Charm is mimzy’s daughter and Araysh is my charlastor son) 

[reapingwind-blog]

( continued )

         “Yes, I’m sure!” he answers, possibly a little too enthusiastically. The genuine relief in her eyes does however make his heart flutter, light in his chest ( he’s not sure if he’s simply a fool or too soft for her in particular ). 

         “What time would you prefer?” Shuuhei did not sleep very deeply, or for very long if he were to be truthful. Early was very much doable for the ninth division lieutenant. “Anything is fine by me.”

[nalucire-blog]

                  @ashcharm.

           “ matsumoto-san ----- ---. “ there was a slight inflection to his tone, the concoction of respect & mild admiration for someone who’s kept close to a captain he’d perceived as distant. his hands, for what felt like had been ages, were finally alleviated of their weight from work in his division. even so he couldn’t bring himself to leave the barracks, at least, not until totally assured of his freedom. “ aah, if you’re here for taichou, i think he’s on one of his... people watching escapades. “ he’d forgotten to bow, but hoped the recent allocation of a seated position offset the need for one--- or, she’d not care.

[reapingwind-blog]

@ashcharm

         His arms are overbearingly full, struggling to keep the various wrapped boxes, gifts, and bags within his grasp. Maybe it was a little too much, Shuuhei had considered as such, but his excitement had preceded such typical reasoning of his. It was Rangiku! Of course he had to do his absolute best to impress her ( he held her praise perhaps a little too highly ). 

         Within the various packages there is a rather nice bottle of sake he had managed to purchase roughly a week before, having waited anxiously for the item to go on sell in time for today’s holiday. There was a bottle of perfume that he had asked one of the Ryoka about— Orihime was her name he reminds himself— a soft blue scarf, a small bundle of lilies in one of his freer arms ( so as not to be crushed by the other gifts ), a box of chocolates, and a finely made simple chain as a bracelet. Shuuhei hopes it is indeed enough to delight Rangiku.

         “R-Rangiku-san—” 

          “Happy White day... !!” 

[aguiila]

@ashcharm

     “Hey! If you’re tryin’ to fight me, at least look interested!” His screams seemed to fall on deaf ear, the blonde didn’t look the least bit intimidated, so he would have to show her. “Are you mockin’ me or somethin’?!”

[yasutorra-blog]

@ashcharm ❤

     “I’m...sorry, Rangiku-san.” 

“I don’t really...shop. I can’t really suggest any stores.”

[reapingwind-blog]

rangiku let out a dramatic sigh and slumped over onto the table beside him. an arm extended and her fingers brushed against the smooth porcelain tokkuri of sake. ' hey.. you didn't hear any.. strange news today, right? god! it was a mess. you don't believe it, do you? '

        His hand stalls in the air above her shoulder momentarily, though he gently pats her upper arm, a sympathetic smile coming to Shuuhei’s lips in turn. “I heard... some of it,” he answers, which was as truthful as he could be; as much as gossip spread quickly in the Seireitei, it also spread wildly, tales growing more tails as a story would tumble from mouth to mouth over and over.

         “Of course not.” The smile on his lips widens further in the moment of reassurance. “I mean, it’s Omaeda, who would?” 

[renegaderr]

ashcharm replied to your post: 

I PROMISE! i’ll be so nice to renji! do you both want to come drinking with me :)

great, it’s a deal. and sure but renji can’t hold his liquor