There comes a time when every dad's gotta tell his son 'bout life. 'bout the birds and the bees and the bees likin' the birds and the birds likin' the bees. Then there's the dads who decide to talk 'bout the bees likin' the bees, when their sons ask 'em what's the damn number for the pizza delivery guy. Lo, said the father, it is time. Thus, did he ( Read more... )

Finally this City does something useful for a change! Never felt this good in ages.

Oi, shinigami, angels, soldiers, assassins, who wants to party with the Kurosaki? I'm at count 163, and any bastard who wants to make fun of my math skills gets the blunt end of my sword ( Read more... )

Yo. Residents of the City. Don't think we've met; least, all I've met is an angel and an Evelynne.

See this guy?


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Oi.

I have wings.

Let's not even get to the fact that I've lost a vital part of my body and gained SOMETHING ELSE. That's ROUND AND CURVY up in a place I like FLAT.

I might feel better if this damn face could move just an inch away from this one expression.

Hey Shinigami turned Angel, that's like a Shakespeare twist for tragedy laugh and I ( Read more... )

THE HELL IS WITH THIS.
I'm talking like a haiku;
glad my dad ain't here.

But Rukia's here
Fate's got s'mthin' on me Oi.
... anyone got room?

So I'm sitting near some Cafe Juliet, wet, dripping, water seeping through the cracks- not an open line to some goth poetry believe it or not. Old man really did a job on me this time. Streets are empty, real quiet, too quiet for that Rukia to be responsible for this. Expect some batshit crazy hollow to have attacked by now because hey, I'm a ( Read more... )

RP journal for the deathberry.