HOW I DIED.
What if a guy on the radio tells you how he died?
THE ASSASSINS BLADE WAS CRAFTED FROM THE BONES OF HIS REFLECTION AND SHARPENED ON THE FLAT SPINE OF HIS SHADOW. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 138
The stage is set. The ballerina poised. It all comes down to timing. [Noelle's end of the year/New Year oneshot contest] [#222 - Short Story] 20.05.2016- Featured
weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017
A poetic series. "my tears watered you into flowers and kept you in my Garden of Lovers."
One night stands can be pretty awkward. But when your one night stand ends up being your hot History Professor, Kylo Ren? Double yikes. Modern Star Wars AU with lots of easter eggs! ⚠️Smut Warning⚠️ #1 for Star Wars AU (1/1/2021)
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
Hera. "She's a bitter bitch." "She needs to notice that Zeus will never love her." "Did she really murder that woman because Zeus slept with her?" "When will she learn to move on?" And so she learns just that. This is Hera's stages of grief. this is an "Ichor" fanfiction and the original books are written by no othe...
❝HE MADE HELL SEEM LIKE HEAVEN, BECAUSE HE WAS THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE.❞ a ruination. chaotichearts- || all rights reserved
THE GODS ARE NO MORE- they have succumbed to mortal sins and all that's left in their wake are the stories of their divine destructions.
HELL NEVER SLEEPS, NEITHER DOES THE GODDESS OF DEATH. in which an assassin forgets the value of family, a son learns to relish the taste of revenge and a queen falls in love with power. all cover credits to @necromancers. rewritten version. © CHRONOCLASMS 2017. - highest rank: #10 in fantasy - winner of the dark awar...
The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy
we are gods slowly fading from mortal memories © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017
"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glas...
ichor bleeding down the sky the tragedies of god's burning bright jupiter bleeds © aphrodeiities 2019