I'm still working on his voice and I know I don't always get it quite right, so this is where you guys come in ♥

What am I doing right? What am I doing wrong? Constructive criticism only. No flames, please. Specific examples of my win and/or fail will be rewarded with cookies and sexual favours.

Anonymous is on (as long as everyone plays nice), ( Read more... )

I've been so busy with training and the squad and with the wedding getting so close that I almost forgot it's my birthday tomorrow.

Anyone feel like gettin' together and going out for a few drinks? First round's on me.

1. Go to a site like weheartit.com.
2. Search with random tags to gather up pictures that you think describe your character.
3. Make a post in your character's journal with those pictures.

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[The recording shows a static shot of Renji's quarters at the Sixth Squad's barracks, and the picture quality is grainy, like a webcam feed. The room is deserted. An unmade futon lies in the middle of the floor, as though the owner was in too much of a hurry to put it away when they left. Something about the room gives the impression that no one ( Read more... )

Hey, Kamina. I have to go away for a while. Look after Daisy for me while I'm gone, will you? Get Chibiusa to help or something. She'll like that.

Oh, and don't let him near Soifon-taichou's cats or I'll never hear the end of it. Tch.

She said yes!

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Bending over the neatly-packed boxed meal that he'd asked the kitchen servants at the Kuchiki Estate to prepare for the occasion, Renji checked the knot on the dark blue silk furoshiki again. He'd already tied and re-tied the knot a dozen times using clumsy fingers that shook slightly with nerves, but it gave him something to do and kept his hands ( Read more... )

[After checking on Kamina, Renji decides on an impulse to go over to the Kuchiki estate and see how Chibiusa is doing. It's been a while since he last saw her, and after being stuck at the manor with only Byakuya and the servants for company, he thinks she could probably use friendly face ( Read more... )

[There's silence, then the sound of rustling sheets and a low groan. Someone is nursing one hell of a hangover this morning.]

...I'm never drinking again.

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