[ ᴋᴜᴅᴏ ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ; pronounced 'Coo-dough Will-oh'
the name given to a lazy Brit with insomnia,
living the secret life of a literature loving,
tea drinking otaku student; aspiring
to be as fabulous as Mephistopheles. ]

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Name; Gwen.
Formerly; Kudo Willow.
Nicknames; Willow, Kudo.
Age; 20 yo.
Gender; Female.
Location; England.

Favorite character; Mephisto Pheles.
Currently obsessing over; Amaimon's hips.

Yo. I've a soft spot for psychotic anime characters, namely Hidan from Naruto and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez of Bleach. I also adore evil organizations — pretty much anything to do with the Espada or Akatsuki, and I tend to worm my way into almost every MephAma story out there one way or another. Previously I was a beta, so I look to drop reviews now and then out of habit.

Give me Starbucks and I'll be your friend for life.
Mephisto is my spirit animal.

" Aɴɪᴜᴇ﹐" ʜᴇ sᴀʏs. " Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ."
" Nᴏ﹐ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ﹐" Sᴀᴍᴀᴇʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴs.
Yᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ.
Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ.

-- Misery.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ:

—ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴀɴ's ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ—

Hidan grew up on the streets. Life was never what he wanted. Many abused and held no care for the homeless ones. It was difficult and cruel and forever a struggle, years of pent up frustrations harbored towards humankind and an unnatural thirst for bloodshed curdling in his veins. Primal ire began to fuel abnormal violent tendencies, and he grew into a man in need of destructive purpose. That was, until he discovered his savior, Jashin, and was welcomed into the Akatsuki after a life changing conversation with the miser he came to know as Kakuzu.

—ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ—

Hueco Mundo is a world of its own, created for the sole purpose of being a survival ground for hollows. After Aizen's defeat, Grimmjow watches as the once proud Las Noches withers and decays into disrepair, the kingdom he planned to become King of no longer feeling like its old self. It's like he's missing something. Missing someone. A certain shinigami with vibrant orange hair. Someone he plans to prey upon again, but for utterly different reasons this time.

"ʟɪfᴇ's ᴛᴏᴏ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ." - Bruce Dickinson