I once wandered the Iron Forest of Jötunheimr aimlessly. Purposelessly.
I knew nothing of the world beyond the forest, nor the true purpose of my blood.
Then came fearless Oðinn and showed me how large the world could be.
.
My name is Loki, the wrath
Before the ‘closed’ sign could be flipped to display on the streets, the door opened with a ‘ding’ and the man still working inside shot a glance to it, mortified. Ignoring the persecuting stare by the vampire that had mixed reviews of the last vis
Cue the lights and the sound of a coffee pot finishing off its brew. The sleepy little Queens apartment was the same as it had always been, a cluttered mess and smelling lightly of cigarettes. Since entering, I had sat on the edge of the recliner’s
Mood Music:
Lights. Camera. Action!
Announcer voice: Ladies and gents I welcome you back to the interviews!
Strobe lights of all colors, lasers, and a disco ball, because that needs to be there too, erupt from nowhere exactly around the small li
Lights dance around the room. It's all crazy and shit. Use your imagination.
Nickyy: LADIES AND BITCHES! I present to you--!
Alice: Wtf are ya doin', lass? It's just us here?
Nickyy: Shh, just let this happen. Ahem. I PRESENT TO YOUUUU--!
(Loud popc
“So… you’ve sorta directed me along the way,
or something like that, you said..?”
“That’s right, more or less.
Wherever you’ve gone, I had Some say to it.
At least in more recent years.”
“So my apartment, even?”
“Yeah, I picked that out.
There was a quiet ring as the front doors of Paradox were walked through by a fresh face. As I passed through, an effort was made to turn the open sign back to closed before the door had even shut fully. Dominic watched as I had done it and made no
Why am I doing this?
What if she kills me?
What if she's not there?
...This is a bad idea.
= = = = =
From New York Penn Station, the walk to Hell's Kitchen was...well, a walk, but not too long either. It was the middle of a summer day, swat
The creative mind is... complicated. Beautiful but complicated. As Russian-American philosopher Ayn Rand once said; A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, no to beat others. It's a thing to keep in mind. Some of us are competitive with
“Hello.” Mai speaks up as she stands on the other side of a cold steel table.
“Hi.” I look at the beautiful green haired woman standing across from me.
…
Ash: “Am I glad you caught me, and not Wrath-“
Mai: “Mine and Mitchell’s goals may be the same.”
Kougar arrived at the overlook just at dusk, and stared down at the person who invited her here. As there is a cup of coffee on the table with her name on it.
“Well you finally got me here by bribing me with coffee. Happy?”
“Yes, we finally now
There's a single table in a large pitch black room. On one side are four people all suddenly there for unknown reasons. The sound of rocking is heard from one chair.
???: WHY IN BLOODY FUCK AM I TIED TO A FUCKIN' CHAIR?!
???: I heard you were a wil
“Closed until further notice…”
Alice’s expression shattered. Closed? But the way into Wonderland was never closed! Heart hammering against her rib cage, she closed the distance between herself and the grotesquely twisted and gnarled trunk of the tree
Credits: Jett & Amir | Slight content warning. PG-13 maybe??
No Sonno Cafe~Early evening
"I know what I'm asking," Ceres argued back with a red-headed male that sat across from her in a loveseat. Her dainty fingers pulled her leg up to cross over
In A Place Called Nahar'u Kishori
Lives John Matthew Tehrror!
A Vampire!!
Of The Black Dagger Brotherhood!!
Brother to the Queen of the race, son to Darius of Marklon
In This Realm Kougar has become more than just a Thief.
She is John Matthew Tehrror's M
