#kakeruketsui

[kaminohansha]

@kakeruketsui

“Fujiwara-san?” Nanao paused in the doorway of her office, a handful of pink boxes cradled in her arms. 

“I don’t suppose you like dark chocolate? I found a few of these on my desk yesterday, but I don’t usually eat them...” Throwing them out would be a waste, and it wasn’t as if Rei’s snack drawer was a well kept secret. 

[audeamusguardiare]

        —@kakeruketsui

There’s something special about watching all your hard work come to a head.

Granted, okay, not all of the hard work was hers, exactly. Much of it. Even most of it, if she’s being fair to everyone involved. But! Some of it was hers, and that’s what counts in her mind. After all, if they were the ones planning out this whole thing, can you imagine what a mess it would have been! So she’ll take as much credit as she feels good about taking. 

Which is quite a bit of it, to be sure.

The grounds of the Ninth Division look completely different, what with their makeshift dance floor and the wooden stage they’d put together for the happy couple. Trio. Whatever. Not a good place for the ceremony itself, but the perfect place for a wedding reception — and banquet. She’ll have to be sure to profusely thank the Captain for his talents on that one. Just part of the job.

But, now that everything is underway, there’s no harm in enjoying herself!

“Hey, Rei-chan,” she dares, before catching herself. “Sorry, sorry! Fujiwara-fukutaicho. Sounds good, right?”

[grigorian-noble]

kakeruketsui replied to your post: “Miniature bios done. Now I just have to chase down…13 faceclaims and...”:

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Bless your heart.

[audeamusguardiare]

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RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS // accepting ☞ Who do they consider a mentor

At this point, Rangiku doesn’t really have a ‘mentor’, exactly, not in part due to the fact that everyone she considered to fill the role has vanished from her life in one way or another. She obviously considered her own captains (prior to Hitsugaya) to be mentors, as well as Captain Unohana. Since that time, though, she’s become pretty untrusting of the various authorities in her life, and it’s hard to imagine her own Captain (a literal child) as a mentor.

In an ideal world? Yoruichi would be a great mentor for Rangiku. Actually, Kukaku would too. 

[audeamusguardiare]

[ooc; in terms of ships, Rangiku currently has two on this blog — one with @sode-no-shirayuri and one with @kakeruketsui. Some of the previous development of those ships may be affected by changes to blog policies and status, and as it becomes available we will make posts summarizing their new developments. As it stands now, our intent is that neither ship becomes an item until after the ten-year gap, though development of the relationships themselves may have occurred during that time.

Both ships take place in separate verses. As a rule, any ship between Kat and I that we do not specify as taking place in the same universe [i.e. 369] should be assumed to take place in a separate universe. Apologies for any confusion.

[snxps]

@kakeruketsui

“One, it’s rude to ask what people are, two, none of your business, three, again, rude.” Crossing her arms, Ahsoka prepared herself for a fight as she looked over the stranger. “I’m Togrutan.”

[xaoli-archive]

give her the k li

           Rei has the innate & terrible ability to fit perfectly in the spaces between Li’s bones -- her body cut from the opposite half of the marble Xaoli herself had been sloughed off from, proven by how Rei can be held so tightly against Xaoli’s chest. long, pock-marked, scarred arms are laced around the young bird’s neck, fingers tangled in mousey hair. it isn’t so very often she’s allowed to hold the younger officer this close in public, this tightly in front of others --- but there was something in the older cat’s chest that had broken when she found the bird alive.

                            it wasn’t becoming so increasingly uncommon...

            so forgive her, for holding her too close, for tilting back the young woman’s neck so she could plant gentle and reverent kisses to her pale forehead -- kiss after kiss, a trail of them as evidence of her relief. forgive her for being grateful. forgive her for being worried. she is just so very tired of finding people dead...