10 February 2017 @ 09:19 pm

just for one day


( good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye could see )
 
 
30 January 2017 @ 07:33 pm

your lips are like a southern lily red, wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night
 
 
30 January 2017 @ 07:30 pm

how do you take your coffee? with an extra shot through the heart?


( the lovers are dating; the waitress is waiting )
 
 
27 November 2016 @ 07:15 pm

i choose you.


( i wanna be the very best like no one ever was )
 
 
27 October 2016 @ 07:20 pm

and you'll be in a world
of pure imagination

( based on/a reunion for [livejournal.com profile] splendorocity )
 
 
16 October 2016 @ 12:30 pm

the robot upgrade can't come too soon. can it?


( in this city of robot hearts ours were made to beat )
 
 
21 September 2016 @ 09:21 pm

all the good children came out to play
and none of them went home the same


( play CoC here; cw for hard kink & bad porn )
( beggin' for more, for I can't get enough )
 
 
16 February 2016 @ 07:32 pm

who ordered the no-foam latte with two sugars and +3 luck?


( based on this fic's 'verse )
( the most tender place in my heart is for strangers )
 
 
04 February 2016 @ 02:26 pm

i believe we can save the world.
 
 
28 January 2016 @ 09:31 pm

aka: the plotting post
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:51 pm

the children of the night are lonely. and hungry. it's hard to say which is the most dangerous.


( the hounds need organs and limbs to tear )
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:41 pm

the power is...YOURS!
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:40 pm

is a rare and precious thing.
 
 

but perhaps it gives a good hint.
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:37 pm

at least, the faces of your familiar.
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:22 pm

well, you're not quite dead.


( you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks )
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:16 pm

something within you calls out to the shadows. you didn't really expect such a reply.


( with your wicked blood and your curls )
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:13 pm

a throne carved from sweat and blood sits on the firmest foundation.


( amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure )
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:10 pm

they've forgotten that wings are for warriors.


( if ev'ry angel's terrible, why do you welcome them? )
 
 
27 January 2016 @ 09:07 pm

even when the wondrous becomes the ev'ryday, 'tis never mundane. there's beauty and power in all things, if one knows how to look for it.

and harness it.