Devils Never Cry ♕

[Indie RP account for Oga Tatsumi from the Beelzebub series from Shounen Jump. Everyone welcomed.

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(Source: strawhat-sanji)


"What pigeons make you angry? Well then, EVERYONE pigeon in."

feritatum said—

RUBS A PIGEON ON YOUR FACE

IF YOU DON’T GO AND GET YOU AND YOUR DAMN PIGEON FETISH AWAY ALREADY.

NO.

I HATE THE DAMN BIRDS. I ALWAYS DID. THEY’RE MY NATURAL ENEMY WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE A JERK RIGHT NOW.

-PUNCHES THE BIRD TO THE MOON.-

Anonymous said—

cooing intensifies

Posted: 19 hours ago on 26/8/14 at 1:35pm
with 1 note (Reblog)
Tags: #Anon #Oga asks #(*`へ´*) #Anonymous
Anonymous said—

coo coo

VICIOUSLY CURVES HIS VIOLENT IMPULSES.

mxstergenkai:

Genkai’s eyes closed as she pondered over the words. “I don’t hold much preference to demons or humans, and you said you knew my successor. Even he isn’t dumb enough to send strangers up here. If you know him, and he trusts you, I don’t have many complainants.” She shrugged.

Yusuke wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, yet he had his reasons for doing things, she’d give him that much. If the former Spirit Detective had placed his faith somewhere in this boy and the child, she herself had to see what had drawn him in, and standing outside yacking his ear off while giving him the third degree didn’t seem like the best option, though it wasn’t completely out of character either. She did trust her student, or tried to at least, and friends of Team Urameshi were welcome here, she wouldn’t have offered him inside blindly. Even with her powers lowered since giving away her orb, she had enough sense to pin-point good from bad, and it didn’t appear that either of these two had come here to enact harm upon her or her home.

"So long as neither of you try and attack me or those that live around here, I don’t care what you do. Need I go on." She looked back up at him, her eyes moving from the boys face to the child’s. He had the right to be defensive, but she wasn’t going to judge him for what he was. She’d met powerful demons and also powerful humans; it was nothing new, so announcing that this babe was a demon wasn’t surprising or threatening to her. She’d seen enough not to let shock and surprise overcome her senses. "…But I do have one question for you," she stated, "why is your child not wearing clothes."

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There it was, the bare facet of truth laid out before him. It surprised him how well the cycle of trust circulated through Yusuke and the gang he gathered together. Why was it strange? For one, it had him thinking more than he usually preferred. The words of the teacher held no cracks for him to press further upon and that provided more relief then anything. Her simple rules to abide while at her home were easy enough to follow.

Maybe he was just too used to the realm of fighting to pin him together with potential new allies. Oga would remember both of her word and welcomed kindness. It held a forward touch he could relate to.

Beel’s eyes eased from their previously tensed state to a look of laziness. Ploppinghis chin upon the firm support of Oga’s shoulder, he soaked in the moment as a time to relax, eyes closed while a soft grin remained curved underneath his pacifier. “Nah. You said more than enough. Allies or a friend well, makes more allies.” An easy enough concept taught to him after his difficult times in the streets. Her last query managed to stop him short, his shoulders comically tensed.

"He shocks them off. Damn squirt been doing that since the first day I bumped heads with him." A entourage of painful memories from being fried due to inhumane amounts of voltage provoked a shudder to slip through. Thank everything they he was in the times were Beel was more adjusted and less bratty! Sweet nostalgia.

"You’ll get used to it. Everyone just accepts it after a few days anyway."

(Source: delinquentdevil)

anothermagebitesthedust:

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(Source: delinquentdevil)

"Being up at unholy hours with no way to knock back out. Isn’t that just my damn luck."

His inner morning person needed to kick in again.

Posted: 1 day ago on 26/8/14 at 8:07am
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feritatum said—

puts a pigeon on his head

Medaka." Obviously this made a unhappy customer even more unhappy. Oh god was the urge strong to ring every sense of life about the bird resting upon his hand. His palms burned with the need to take action but her earnest love for the fat birds had him rattled. Damn it, why did caring have to be part of his equation!?

"Get it off. Before you go and see this thing on a frying pan."