It looked at me then, and I saw the coloration of it bathed in the brightness of my headlights that cut a swath through the thickened darkness of this cloudy and seemingly moonless night. It was mostly a very dark grey, almost black, with white ears and a lighter patch on the top of its head. Those eyes knew me, and even though they were the wrong color, I knew them as well. It was Alain, who the boys had said was the son of one of the wolves who was the very reason Jynxx’s parents had disappeared to protect him and his brother.

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So… Many moons ago, I crafted a world in which my friends and I could RP (role play, for those not in the know). I’ve found my mind wandering back to the world, which I worked on more than I usually do. My settings tend to be secondary to characters, but this world was different. I came up with three realms, and major adversaries, and I really enjoy what I’d created so far. 

Unfortunately, like with most of my RPs, it died off due to members disappearing and my friend and I not having time to keep up with it. And so… I’m thinking of making that world into novel fodder. I’ll post a chunk of it below this, to see if it’s something anyone might be interested in reading. I’ll likely write it, regardless, but having an audience is always nice. Enjoy!

Quiet… Everything was enveloped in soft, muffled cotton and darkness to Carmelia. But that quickly changed and she was in a silk crimson evening gown, a delicate silver chain with a matching tiny ruby shaped like a teardrop resting comfortably on the hollow between her collarbones.

Everything around her was an inky phantasm, tinged with crimson and the sharp scent of… blood? She turned back and forth, the ringlets from her elaborate updo springing about madly as she tried to locate the source of the scent. She had to lift the skirts in her hands to move more freely. They felt so heavy… Why did it feel as if they weighed a thousand pounds..? Her foot made a splashing noise as she set it down and her eyes took in the floor with horror.

“Un-fucking-believable…” she murmured to herself, barely able to hear her own voice in the strange atmosphere. The entire floor was covered in blood, several inches of it. Enough to slosh around her high heels and attempt to lap greedily at her toes. The space around her brightened ever so slightly and she saw that the walls of this place were made of free-flowing gore, as well.

“Such language isn’t very befitting of a lady, Carmelia.” A thick, sultry voice with a touch of an Asian accent chuckled from behind her.

She pulled off her heels, not caring that she sank ankle-deep into the arterial fluid that sloshed about on the floor. She brandished both of the spiked heels like weapons, the hem of her dress dragging through the blood as she twirled back and forth trying to find the bearer of the voice. “So help me, God…” she half-growled in frustration.

The laughter behind her grew and a pair of rough hands rested on her shoulders. Their grip had the strength to crush bone and she spun to face their owner.”God?”he chuckled.”That antiquated concept is really irrelevant here, Carmelia.”

Rather than continuing verbal battle, CJ reverted to her other best plan of attack… That of the sneak variety. She slammed one of the stiletto heels hard into his chest, effectively burying it to the sole in the thick muscle there. She looked up in macabre wonder as he grabbed her hand and trapped it against the shoe, snapping the heel off inside his flesh. She cringed and tried to escape, but whoever this man was-if he was a man at all-, he clearly wasn’t having it. A cry of disgust tore itself from her lips and she tried to extract her hand from his grip in vain.

“Foolish little seer… How did your dreaming self manage to wander into my domain? It’s clearly not to your liking…”His voice was a low rumble that reverberated through every bone in her body as if she were a living tuning fork.

The blood from his wound trickled over her fingers and she lifted her eyes to meet his. “It’s not like I fucking wound up here on purpose!” she retorted angrily. “And who the hell are you, anyway?! What the fuck is this place?” her voice echoed back to her wetly.

His eyes, a red so dark they were almost black, bored into hers for a moment and he nodded with a small smile that contained no humor whatsoever.”Ah, you did wander here by accident. You should be more careful when dealing with vampires, dearest Carmelia… Their appetites do tend to run away with them…”

“You’re not answering my questions, asshole…” CJ’s own voice became deadly serious.

“Tsk, tsk… That mouth of yours will indefinitely get you into trouble, Carmelia… However, you are right. I am dodging for the sport of it. The easiest way for you to address me is as Gekido.” He ran those calloused fingertips down her cheek and shoved her so she tottered and began to fall backwards.”Go back to your own world, Carmelia… For now.”

She fell into the ocean of blood and it suddenly became deep enough that she felt she’d drown from the weight of her dress dragging her down into the vast and endless red that surrounded her. It stung her eyes, but she opened them regardless as she swam desperately, trying to find the surface.

Most awesome cover EVAR. Hardcore lovin’ on Punk Goes Pop 4. ‘Nuff said.

Chapter 15 is now posted, and 16 is in progress! Thanks to NaNoWriMo, although I didn’t reach the 50k goal, I still got a good chunk hammered out. Go check it out and leave me reviews! Thanks!

Kacea’s drawn to Jynxx in a way she can’t explain & his heritage is about to throw both their lives into chaos. “So quick that I must have imagined it, his eyes went from a glossy black to an almost lupine amber, then reverted back to normal.”

Gonna do NaNoWriMo for rizzle this time around. I’m planning on using the time to work on my rehashing of my In Circumspect saga, which is now named Sanguine Lunacy, and I feel like a name change may be in the works, as well. If I can hammer out at least 50k in this month, that means that my rewrite will be more than half finished, and one step closer to completion means one step closer to publication. <3 Wish me luck, and join me if you’re of the noveling sort!
My SN on the NaNo website is GothiqueSukkubus.

This… is amazing. <3

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This is so true that it hurts. >.<;;

les-artiste:

Alice Dellal, Josh Beech, Cole Mohr, Daisy Lowe, Pixie Geldof

Dig it. Muchly.

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Tumblr… How did I live without you for the last few months? >.<;;

Tomorrow, now that the massive insanity of the last few weeks has ended, I’ll be doing daily inspirations/writing pieces again. Be kinda hard to get published if I don’t have my magnum opus finished, ne?

And by tomorrow, I actually mean today, once I’ve had a few hours to recharge my batteries and rest up. Love you all, and sorry it’s been so long. <3

30 Day Song Challenge - Day 04: a song that makes you sad.

“Yesterday’s Gone” - Straight Line Stitch

This song always makes me think of my grandfather who passed away a few years ago. His death actually sunk in while I was driving to work one day and this song came on my iPod. It makes me both sad and happy at the same time, because I hope he’d be proud of me being able to take care of myself, but I miss him terribly. I’ll always be his trouble-maker, though. RIP, Grandpa.

“I’m Gay” - Bowling for Soup

If I ever get to see these guys live, I want to give them a hug for rizzle. This song’s gotten me through many bad days. <3

"

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole.
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

"
— William Blake “A Poison Tree”
"You know what you’re having, you know what it should be tasting like, yet your taste buds claim it’s something completely different. Bacon-flavored celery isn’t going to say “bacon” to our taste buds. It’s going to say, “Celery dipped in pork chemicals, thanks to the hubris of a man trying to play God."
— Cracked.com talking about the dieting aid, “Flavor Spray”

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“Can’t be Tamed” - Miley Cyrus

…Seriously, this girl is like 16. Aside from the ridiculous video, any little girl singing about how she goes through guys like money needs her Dad to take away her allowance and car keys. Way to be a positive influence on little girls, Miley.