Warning:

The girl who has written this uses profane language, embraces her stupidity and loves yaoi. You have been warned.

HELLO THERE! /shot.

I couldn't stand to leave this empty, I have to run off my mouth, at least for a little, anyway.

I am a roleplayer, fanfiction writer and a crazy bitch.

I'm a gaming freak, I own three current consoles and a whole load of old ones which are way past their sell-by dates.

Some of my favourite fandoms include; Final Fantasy, The Last Remnant, BLEACH (!), Naruto, (every second I'm beginning to sound more like the otaku I know I am ;w; ), Legend of Zelda, Dragon Ball Z, FullMetal Alchemist, Loveless, occasionally Death Note, Junjou Romantica, Kingdom Hearts (it'd be more than occasional if it weren't for the damned Disney characters!), The World Ends With You and pretty much anything Square-Enix put out.

As for Fanfiction- I used to post all my stuff somewhere else, then school, huge exams and future college applications started to get in the way. I've been merely an observer of this site for a long time, but no longer. Expect kinky goings on between Ichigo and pretty much anyone who I can slash him with. He's not the main character for nothing, y'know!

SHIT IS GETTING REAL. ALSO MY LINE BREAKS WON'T WORK. GOD DAMN.

Apparently when I'm stressed, instead of study for the exams which decide my future, I write fanfiction!

COMING UP:

When the sun shines and the rain falls, light is refracted across the sky, beautiful colours appearing on the horizon- that is when a fox spirit is married.

"Who'd think such a person could be so beautiful, a fox spirit, no less. You fooled them all with that smile of yours."

"If I'm a fox, what does that make you?" The voice of the fox was soft, words pronounced carefully, no trace of his usual accent. "The fox is prey to no-one."

"Then I am the ultimate predator."

[Gin/Aizen 'Local Fire, Distant Sea']

"Las' chance, Kurosaki." he said, breathing heavily, sadistic smile plastered on his face, "ya gonna give up?"

Ichigo looked up from his position on the ground, chest rising and falling, stopping momentarily as he coughed up blood, spitting it onto the pavement, his answer obvious from the look on his face. Brows furrowed, thick, dark liquid from the teeth marks in his shoulder streaking down his front, seeping into the white sash round his waste.

He watched as Grimmjow licked the blood from his lips, tongue flicking out, already stained red. "So's this the only way I'll get ta taste ya?"

[Grimmjow/Ichigo /lacking a title. /just too excited about finally being able to finish shit.]

I've been reading a load of period, feudal Japan stuff recently, and it's started to be reflected in my writing. ;w; Hence the fox demons/spirits, shamans and a Grimmjow with an apparent lack of judgement in who he kills- should be interesting!