Current Residence: FK
Favorite genre of music: Any but the new stupid crap. (unless new albums by my babies)
Favorite style of art: fan art and or literature
MP3 player of choice: My Phone
Skin of choice: Tan
Favorite manga character: Boris Airay
Her way to Heaven As the sun sinks down to let the moon rise, she can't see any reason not to live on. She has the love of her horse, goat, and family. The dusk is so soothing, the warm air caressing her, lifting her spirits. It all comes crashing down around her when she returns inside. Cut.Her way to Heaven by itachaweasle
Her parents tune everything out, eyes glued to computer screens, they don't see the tears running down her face. Cut.
She gets to her room, the pain in her heart suffocating, and she can't think of any reason to hold on. Cut.
Curling up on her bed, she lets music blare into her world, the anger beat lifting her spirits for a few sparse seconds. Cut.
Orange glows from her fingers, smoke dancing like a seductress in the air, mesmerizing. Cut.
Her parent's bang around the house, angry, loud, hateful, stressed. She's in her own safe haven, getting light headed from lack of oxygen, trying her damnedest not to remember. Cut.
She fines pleasure in pain. Burning her lips from getti
Stacy Lee “Drew! Stacy! Four a.m.! Let's go! The gangs waiting!” Burring her face in a the warm neck in front of her, she ignored their hyper friends orders, knowing Evan would calm him down. Arms tightened around her half bare torso, pulling her closer to a fully bare chest, a groan leaving both parties.Stacy Lee by itachaweasle
“Five more minuets.” Nodding into his neck, she tightened her arms around her best friends strong chest, easily falling back into her warm sleep. But it felt like a blink. “Common Stace, we promised to do this job.” Groaning, she sat up, hair mussed by sleep, the room humid from the open windows.
“Fine. Whatever. Where's my shirt?” Rolling over him, she sat on his hard stomach, pulling her bright purple, low cut tank top. He sat up, kissing her cheek, standing up with her connected to him by her legs and his hands holding her up. “Drop me and I'm breaking your head set.”
He grinned, letting her down, the girl pu
Forgive me for I am confused Hazel eyes hidden under golden curls haunted my dreams. It didn't matter if it was almost 10 years ago, my imprint to Logan was as strong as ever. But despite what my cousin thought, I could never be with him again..not the way he deserved.Forgive me for I am confused by itachaweasle
The few hours before dawn were the best. I could shift and lose myself and no one was the wiser. Williams was one of the only other demons on this base. The others couldn't see past our masks to what lay beneath our skins. They thought we were all mortals.
The covered gym had become my safe haven when I woke from memories laced with Hawaii beaches, sea salt spraying in my face, and a very ecstatic nymph. My lungs were heavy as lead in my chest, muscles burning for rest, but I couldn't bring myself to stop running laps. Laps made me forget. Even with the cool metal tag hitting my chest with his name, I could forget.
Dawn was quickly approaching, the sky lighting up with the slightest purple hues, and I slowed my pace. Doubling
Forgive me?"Can I get paw prints on my side?" I don't remember what possessed me to go to Curtis' tattoo shop. But here I was, 19, leaning over the counter, looking at the man who's heart I left broken. I hadn't seen him in almost a year and I couldn't remember how to breath. I forgot how breath taking he was.Forgive me? by itachaweasle
"Sure Warren. You know where to go." He typed something into the computer, probably my appointment, but I left him to it.He didn't look sick anymore. Wearing a tight black tee, baggy tan cargo shorts, and with his foehawk vivid as ever, it'd be hard to guess he was ever sick.
I sat on the chair set in the middle of his work room, looking around at the new art around the walls, his art. A lot of it was ink on his own body. I hadn't spoken to either of my mothers, spending most of my time with grandpa Nic or Auntie Ita, and they hadn't tried to talk to me either. I hadn't even heard from Ethan in months. My gaze fell on a shield forever inked on someones chest.
The left half was black, the ri