#ooc: b|

[horoprincess-blog]

gotanyrubbers replied to your post:"Oowah! The Thriller Bark girl is competing too!...

“You beat me…?” he muttered, the gears in his brain slowly turning back the events involving this woman. Luffy didn’t really remember much about her, but if she’d lost to Usopp (as he’d bragged about many times) then she had to be lying. “I don’t remember that at all, hahaha!”

GRRRRR...

“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!! If that’s how you wanna play it, I’ll see you at the finish line, dumbass!”

With or without her powers, she was amazing. This was going to be a piece of cake.

[prodigyitachi]

Hey

mutuals this is really fun go

1. First impression: Before he had penned Bazz as a menace to society? “I didn’t have much of an opinion of you back then. Just a restless student who was trapped in a building due to a blizzard.”

He had not found the Quincy disagreeable until the man was about to set the entire room - and everyone else in it - ablaze.

2. Truth is: “I think you are bored and so fill your time with needless, self concocted conflict.”

3. How old do you look: “A young man in his twenties.”

4. Have you ever made me laugh: “No.”

5. Have you ever made me mad: Need this be asked? “Yes.”

6. Best feature: “The back of your head.” Because that was what he saw every time Bazz left the room.

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: “No.”

8. You’re my: “Misbehaving student.”

9. Name in my phone: “Bazz.”

10. Should you post this too?: “Yes. It might stave off the boredom.”

[prodigyitachi]

shintenshin:

prodigyitachi

"Why black? You should try a cuter colour."

"It's..."

"... The only one she has."

That he did not mind too much.

[timestress]

I suppose it can be hard to pick up on such things over this internet where I cannot hear the tone of a voice and only read words. However, the way your asks were written seemed to have other implications hidden in them, Anonymous-san. 

Sparring is something I would consider somewhat different than fighting. When one spars with another, there is rarely an intent to cause real or severe harm. Watching one another and knowing when to stop is crucial. I do not know that we necessarily enjoy 'roughing each other up', but sparring is never without the occasional accidents or injuries. So long as they are not serious, yes, I think both of us enjoy it very much.  

[inore-santa-teresa-blog]

You guys sure suck at video games. I mean COME ON! Neliel who's a GIRL beat you.

Go fuck yerself, bastard! We let the bitch win!

She was fuckin' button bashin'!!

[inore-santa-teresa-blog]

Roses are dead, Violets are...

Nnoitra was not in the least happy. Okay, maybe he was never really happy anyway, but today his mood had reached quite a low. The reasons? One, the stupid magical anon from the other day. Whatever he did, he couldn't sort out his little... 'Problem'. Two, the idiot humans were all way too happy and fluffy like. The atmosphere was really, really getting on his nerves. And three... Well, the third problem was just Nnoitra in one of his moods. 

He walked around, glaring at the red and pink decorations strewn around all over the place, muttering cusses about the idiocy of humans and their traditions. He'd heard talk of flowers; talk of chocolate gifts; talk of dates and love. 'Love? What a load of fucking bullshit!' He growled in his head. Another human thing, impossible for Nnoitra to comprehend in full. The only feelings the Quinta had were twisted, born of hatred malice. Something as... Light as 'love' just seemed ridiculous.

The Arrancar decided he'd had enough of the stupidity, and so about-turned towards the direction of his dorm. He took long strides to get there as quickly as possible... But he just had to mess some things up on the way. Vases with flowers fell onto the ground, red streamers torn off walls.

"Tch, Happy Valentine's, idiots."