#tahtsuki

[healingglxw]

tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a worried crease between her brows as she presses the back of her hand against orihime's cheek. "you're a little warm, are you feeling okay?"

                       hazel hues blinked when she felt tatsuki placed her hand on her forehead. sure she was a little warm && felt a little tired then normal, but she had a pretty long day so she thought maybe that's why she's looking a little under the weather. orihime simply smiled as she shook her head, grabbing her dear friend's hand.

                   ❝  i'm okay, tatsuki-chan !! guess moving around a bit made me pretty warm. but i promise i'm fine. just a little tired.  ❞

[hanakotaro]

“ Ahhh... just sitting in class all day. How do you even focus for that long? I never went to school... ”  memories cannot be actively repressed. but things like persistent depression can effect one’s memory in the long term. even so, it’s neither here nor there in this conversation. there’s a brief pause and hanataro mouth gapes slightly to speak again but stops just short, like he remembered something. “ ... no wait- yes I did! ”  that’s a fumble. lets see if he can salvage this conversation. “ so... how many fights break out a day?  ”

starter  for  @tahtsuki​

[mccncutter]

💬 + tatsuki

| | |  @tahtsuki  | | |   ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ:   ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ  !

          A tinge of guilt reflected upon hazel hue,   memories dancing behind.   Shinigami had known them since he was so young,   they seemed to always be around,   standing in his corner no matter what.   Black sun tried to live life without regret,   but apparently when it came to them,   regret is all he ever felt.   After his mother passed,   he began to drift,   floating further and further away from them as a result of his own insecurities and sadness.   It wasn’t fair to them,   and Ichigo will forever hold that bitterness for himself.

                     ❝   Tatsuki is ... a good friend.   ❞   A pause followed,   lips curling in a grin as he spoke.    

                                             ❝   She still stinks at Tekken though.   ❞

[galevanos]

what if. what IF. tatsuki gives her a quick smooch on her cheek and then makes a fucking run for it. what then.

@tahtsuki,        unprompted  ask,        always  accepting.

            &.        almost  on  demand  is  there  the  slightest  flourish  of  red  ‘cross  cheeks,        &.        yet  the  expressionism  warping  girlish  features    (    a  glare,        matching  the  sharpness  of  finest  daggers    )    shall  not  match.  thunderstorm  incarnate  snorts,         then  tosses  her  middle  finger  towards  the  little  shit  making  a  run  for  it.     she’ll  get  her  back,        fucking  count  on  it.

[zombiigrl-moved]

Starter Call || @tahtsuki

❝   Wooo~~~oow ... Herr Kurosaki has such cute friends !  ❞ How little she knew, she knew through Kisuke.  However vicious she once was, a snapping,  snarling war dog, she had since been tamed. Rehabilitated. DIMMED DOWN.  

It was huer duty to acclimate, and though she was far too old for a high school, it  seemed those most spiritually gifted, one could say, were still housed within it. 

❝  Say... want to see a magic trick ?  ❞

[wovenhime]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ➥ @tahtsuki asked: squishes her cheeks with both hands

" hm?" an almost inaudible sound of confusion leaves her lips whilst staring at the other; a dumbfounded expression persists for a few seconds before turning into a soft smile. it was her! she couldn't possibly be more overjoyed. "twatsuki-chan!" the name rendered almost incoherent due to her face being squished. "is everythin' okay?"