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⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

Ichigo isn’t a full soul reaper, he’s not trained like they are, so he often finds himself wondering if he’s capable or if what he’s doing is right. In the end though, he follows his heart.

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Most likely patrolling or listening to music. Maybe even going for a walk.

☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

Ichigo gets tired a lot, but he pushes past it and ignores it. There are sometimes where he comes home and passes out as soon as he hits the bed from exhaustion. Other than that, he’s fairly healthy.

#;;headcanons #peachflake #;;answered

( @peachflake ) “Rukia.” She places her foot against the others bum, pushing away at the petite profoundness just to get her attention. It was an obscene offense, but she had assumed Ichigo had done worse. This action was nothing in comparison to the violence she imposed onto other prefects; this gesture was far tamer, less tormenting than the past pains she caused. But it was amusing to witness the absent expression worn as she poked away at her butt, not seeming to worry about what woes would come her way had the woman chosen to react. Finally she stopped once seeing the savageries boiling from the brilliant body before her. Such anger didn’t concern her; in fact, she was certain her contribution would calm the calamities felt by her favored form. A tongue poked out from between pallid partings, mocking the malice felt by the other. She dismissed those feelings of ferocity and was quick to remind her of what today was really all about. Before hands were able to wrap themselves around her neck to punish her presence, the blonde brat shoved a souvenir into the black-haired beauties grasp. The gift was meant to distract her from wanting to gouge out the girls eyes and with enough effort, it was sure to work. She didn’t intend to be so cruel on purpose. In fact, she had good intentions. She wanted to remind the other of her worth and how much her existence was valued, even by someone who once spat on the ground Shinigami walked on. There were always exceptions, always those who blossomed past the brutality she assumed was set in stone. This warrior was one of them; she was far more accepting than any individual encountered before. Perhaps that’s why she was so valued; she wouldn’t go out of her way to give her a gift if she didn’t matter. Beneath the bindings remained three plushies; one was a rabbit, the other a small pig, and finally a bear. Each shared the same color, a pale pink that amplified the gentleness behind the gesture and their overall creation. Beneath her battle-ridden barriers, she too found their appearance to be cute; that’s why it was hard to just pick a few out of the many that were displayed before her. But these meant the most, they were better than the rest, less obnoxious and cuddlier. Rukia may have her moments where she’s as ruthless as the red ravager, but her soft sentiments are worthy of being acknowledged too. Her affections deserved to be recognized, she deserved to be spoiled for her successes. There wasn’t too much she knew about the fellow flame, but she knew enough to go beyond what others saw her as. She earned the right to feel as though she too was favored by others. And such was made clear by the creature before her, whom smiled when the woman accepted her award. “Merry Christmas. Try not to lose ‘em.”

#peachflake #( first imma touch the booty. then i give you a gift. )#( its fair. <3 )