|A shot from the best concert I have ever been to: Motley Crue with Alice Cooper on the All Bad Things farewell tour, Jul. 21 2015 @ Matthew Knight Arena.|
Bloodflower: Part 1
Oh LA mornings. How he loathed the hustle-bustle of the traffic, yet he reveled in the energy all the same. He loved LA. It's where his first band was formed, after all. But that was a few years ago. After they made it big and recorded a few albums, the four members broke apart and did their own thing, which is what Serj is doing now.
He's walking down the street towards his producer's studio, waiting to endure another torturous day of auditions from wanna-be suckasses who think they can play, but in all reality know jack shit. He needs musicians to record and tour with, but he hates the audition process.
Walking passed an ancient chinese food place, he looks down a damp alley an sees a thin figure wearing loose dirty clothing, and a veil of long straight black hair shielding the face. He stops and gawks at the figure for a moment, unsure of why he feels so drawn to it, his shadow shrouding it in blackness. When he didn't move
Sweet SuccubusGentle tangerine eyes, glowing hot with desire tantalizing and inviting.
Drawn in, his breath taken in, scents of hasty decision.
She goes in for the kiss, body tensing for the kill,
eternally enamored with death.
He leaps, pinning her to the ground,
eyes all fire and brimstone, feeling her heart shatter.
She screams, silent, unearthly, as she feels her soul flee.
And is bourn again thusly.
One Piece OC Profile
Name: Icarus Delta
Birthday: January 3, 1993
Weight: 105 lbs
Eye color: Emerald Green
Hair: Chestnut Brown; long
Hometown: Has no hometown; born at sea on father's ship the Godhull
Special Talents: Does not smell bad to Mermen for some odd reason
During a horrible storm on their way to the Grand Line for her arranged marriage, Icarus and her family were attacked by a man-or so they think-with piercing eyes and a sword so black it was not visible in the darkness that surrounded them. The ship destroyed, and no way of knowing if any of her other family or crewmates survived, Icarus holds onto a piece of the hull of her father's now-destroyed ship, floating out into the deep unknown of the sea. She is however, greatful that she does not have to marry the horrible merchant she was assigned to, but only wishes for dry land as she floats aimlessly, hoping that she does not become shark food. She passes out, due to hunger and fatig
The Powder Keg Darkness encases the room. Not a heavy, devious, oppressive, oily darkness, but a darkness much warmer, like the whispering caress of purple velvet sheets against a soft lover’s body as her partner shifts to gaze adoringly upon her slight form, unable to keep himself from stealing one last glance before he wraps a protective arm around her, his face buried in the swan-like curve of her neck as he takes in the sweet waterfall scent of her hair while he drifts off to slumber. Though the room is empty, it is not a loud, cold, or hospital-sterile echoic empty, but pleasantly cozy, homey empty, fraught with the aura of an elder long since passed, yet their memory lives on.
This is not a sad room, though it wasn’t always so. The darkness wasn’t always friendly, and the emptiness not always inviting. As our protagonist stands at the threshold, he remembers how life was in his salad days, how he, like the room, is empty. Only thing is, he’s n
Gridlines: 18 And Life
Aria takes her time walking around town. She enjoys the black sky, the deserted streets, and the lack of humans at this late hour. As she turns down a road leading toward the now mostly unincorporated part of town, Doc Martens stomping the curb, leather jacket smacking wetly against her pare stomach (she never put on a shirt over her black bra before she left her house), long brown hair bouncing lightly with each step, torn jeans hanging limply around her lightly sculpted long legs, she chided herself for thinking such thoughts. She had more self-preservation than that, didn't she?
Aria shook her head, as if trying to shake out the thoughts, but in all honesty, she really didn't know the answer. Sure, at one time she had had people who surrounded her
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deviantWEAR sizing preference: S or M (pffft! S & M!)
Print preference: hfuhafurieoahyfruiela
Favourite genre of music: Rock/funk
Favourite photographer: Anyone who photographs rock bands for Rolling Stone
Favourite style of art: Manga & Oil panting
Operating System: Who cares!
MP3 player of choice: RCA Opal Pearl
Shell of choice: Umm....Lobster?
Wallpaper of choice: Green Lantern
Skin of choice: O_O
Favourite cartoon character: Toki Wartooth, but really the entirety of Dethklok XD
Personal Quote: Clothing Optional >_O