#hakusui

The rarest pair I can think of without it being obviously karin

hmmm

i would be open to it but ive never considered it before.

if i were gonna write it, i think i would have it be like a - childhood friends to lovers kinda thing? but the childhood friends is less "we're best friends!" and more - your adopted murderer (zabuza) is friends with my adopted murderer (kisame) so i guess we're friends?

haku doesnt seem like hed be SUPER receptive to a friend, especially one who he'd view as potential competition, but suigetsu is easygoing enough to not be competition, but competitive and competent enough that i think haku would eventually come to respect him regardless.

Also, love your G-Witch gifs. Have a nice day! 🤍

I hope you have a great day. x

@hakusui​ ( Shunsui ) said:  " my sweet, sweet nanao... what do you think? am i doing a good job as the captain commander? "

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, taking a moment to assess ( as she so often did ) the sincerity of his question. If he sought empty praise, he'd have to look elsewhere; yet she wasn't wholly unfamiliar with that jovial, carefree affect of his hiding the shadow of blacker doubts. Light flashed with the subtle adjustment of her glasses, and in that instant she seemed to decide: 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. For the time being. "Do you really have to ask?"

The Witcher Show Starters // ACCEPTING        ↳ @hakusui​ ( Shunsui ) said:  ❝ i’m here to drink alone. ❞

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆," Shutara replied, her shadow a baleful shroud sliding along his prone form. "Since you've yet to offer me a cup." Without further invitation, she joined him on the patio, sinking to her knees beside the half-spent sake. A night of stillness, where the wind held its breath and the moon took its time in its leisurely stroll across the sky. None of it half so worthy of study as the Captain Commander, his face a dark cloud beneath the brim of that worn sugegasa. She shifted her weight onto a single hand, the metal of her ornaments clinking softly where she leaned forward to pluck it from his head.

"Such a mournful expression doesn't suit you, Shunsui." Was it loss, she wondered, that seemed to age him so quickly? The cut of grief in a life as long lived as hers was so far removed, she struggled to remember its bite; the line of comrades gone stretched further than the weaver could ever hope to recall, each death paid in service to the Seireitei. Better to come to terms with it sooner, rather than later. Their lives — their deaths, for that matter — never belonged to them in the first place. She poured him another drink.