I need a break from thinking about dead composers. Here's the cosplays I want to make when I'm not a poor college student ( Read more... )

On a ill traversed road, two figures march in a grim succession. The lead, a tall, thin male of perhaps twenty-five, keeps a brisk pace, bordering on a run. His silver-blond hair catches in the wind, blowing in his face and obscuring his features. His posture is tense, hinting at the emotion he keeps locked away ( Read more... )

Too far from the beginning to start over ( Read more... )

She screamed like a girl. So maybe it was a good thing she was a girl. None the less, dark wings desended upon the unknowing masses. This was inevitable. But alas, those wings belong to the highest angel...ironic, no? When the white wings of innocence finally betray, you'll understand ( Read more... )

I'm having fun finding Trinity Blood pics!!

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