The Vamp and The Wyvern by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
The Vamp and The Wyvern
After a long first day of dealing with the press, meeting an old friend, and running into several new friends... Hjalnar was ready to just head back to his dorm room and relax finally. Rolling into the Primal Studies dorm around midnight, he figured his nocturnal roommate should actually be awake by now, and he'd be able to hopefully get along with this Sebastian guy that he'd heard mixed reports about.
The wyvern male made his way inside, a guitar bag on one shoulder, and his large bat pet Sjach on the other. He knocked faintly on the door-sill as he went in, hoping to not startle his roommate or anything.
"Hey. Is Sebastian here and awake
V-Day Bonfire with The Teifling and The Vampire by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
V-Day Bonfire with The Teifling and The Vampire
Valentines day, the concept had been foreign to the teifling maid before a week ago. A day to spend with loved ones, showering them with gifts.
A ball however? She had been to hundreds in her time. She had bound body in red glittering fabrics, the bell of the gown spotted with fabric flowers, her hair she had straightened with a hot iron comb and adorned her wrists, ankles neck and tail with silver jewelry.
The hall had been grandly decorated, but it was missing something to Ostara, the thought of the bards and entertainers and Hepth's cherry port twisted in her heart.
Homesickness was a bastard.
She suddenly found herself feeling sour, a
Bat Attack: Aftermath by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Bat Attack: Aftermath
Henry looked at the small pile of paperwork that rested on his desk, glancing to the grandfather clock tucked away in a corner, golden coloured pendulum swaying side to side, almost tapping the side of the dark wood it was housed in as it ticked by the seconds. He peered over his glasses at it. Still a minute before he expected Sebastian to arrive. He looked back down at the paper on his desk, and folded the report up with a sigh, sticking it in a drawer in his desk and withdrawing a small black notebook. Flipping to an empty page, he set a dark green, ever so slightly ornate pen down in the middle of the book, leaving it there to keep th
Jerielle dropped to her knees after the Magican tarot successfully trapped Sebastian's feral self within its indestructible walls. The vampire tried to break free of his small confinement with all his might but the lack of careful thought in his attacks ensured the young magician of her win. Sebastian was never getting out of his prison unless she made it so. All around her, Kriss' army of toddler-sized bees and Sebastian's weird bats continued to rage their war until the latter started to slow and eventually fell without warning.
The bees' made one final attack against the helpless bats until they too were certain that they were defeated. J
It was a beautiful day out in Legacy!
The sun shone brightly up in the sky, but covered by thick layers of clouds that kept the temperature between cold and not-so cold down below. Today was just as good for a walk too! Jerielle hobbled out of the Arcana dorm with Felicia close behind as they ran out into the white winter day.
She wore a thick red hooded winter coat dress with black fur lining the hood, sleeves, and skirt. Felicia too was wearing her lion onesie to shield herself from the cold morning air.
They saw the groundskeep, and their fellow workers, mowing out the pathways free from snow. Without really anything to do, Jerielle dec
How to Roast a Boogeyman by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
How to Roast a Boogeyman
Better than nothing, he'd thought.
Two days had passed since the white hole incident, and to be expected, Oswald was the victim of the multi-hour lecturing and scolding of a very irritated Agilinulae. Not to mention the detentions which while his sayings and dictations was true, and the constant writing, Oswald minded little of detention- however, Oswald couldn't help but feel some amount of weighing guilt and wished to slowly build up his comfort zone and inch back up on his good side. The best way to start doing this in the young boogeyman's mind was bringing back rare and exotic ingredients to use and contribute to the alchemy class for w
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p2 by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p2
Sebastian raised his brows to the disposal bin. Was she expecting him to expel his breakfast? Seeing that confirmed a thought he was putting together, Cyris's blood has been poisoning him. Explains the rise in temperature he was starting to experience. Still, he had been hoping it was just the memory triggering that.
Aww you bitch... since when can doctors give out detentions?
"C'mon doc, I ain't even know ‘bout that. Least you could do is like give a warnin' or somethin'. I literally just got here. Ain't I suffer 'enough already?" he pleaded leaning over to milk her for sympathy. His fingers pressed on his throat as rivulets of blood
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p1 by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p1
Sebastian's eyes shined in the dusk feeling his full strength returning. His thirst had been satisfied once more having thrice fed off the Nephilim during whoopee. Though grateful she allowed him to spend the morning in her dorm, Sebastian appreciated her endurance more so. Cyris managed to keep him thoroughly entertained, although their marathon of ecstasy paled in comparison to the rapture of drinking her blood. Better still had been the unwanted guest they inadvertently flashed, Cyris's roommate, Saabek.
Ever the opportunist, Sebastian decided to antagonize the red-haired woman with a wink and suggestion she join them. She stared at them,
The Vamp and The Wyvern by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
The Vamp and The Wyvern
After a long first day of dealing with the press, meeting an old friend, and running into several new friends... Hjalnar was ready to just head back to his dorm room and relax finally. Rolling into the Primal Studies dorm around midnight, he figured his nocturnal roommate should actually be awake by now, and he'd be able to hopefully get along with this Sebastian guy that he'd heard mixed reports about.
The wyvern male made his way inside, a guitar bag on one shoulder, and his large bat pet Sjach on the other. He knocked faintly on the door-sill as he went in, hoping to not startle his roommate or anything.
"Hey. Is Sebastian here and awake
V-Day Bonfire with The Teifling and The Vampire by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
V-Day Bonfire with The Teifling and The Vampire
Valentines day, the concept had been foreign to the teifling maid before a week ago. A day to spend with loved ones, showering them with gifts.
A ball however? She had been to hundreds in her time. She had bound body in red glittering fabrics, the bell of the gown spotted with fabric flowers, her hair she had straightened with a hot iron comb and adorned her wrists, ankles neck and tail with silver jewelry.
The hall had been grandly decorated, but it was missing something to Ostara, the thought of the bards and entertainers and Hepth's cherry port twisted in her heart.
Homesickness was a bastard.
She suddenly found herself feeling sour, a
Bat Attack: Aftermath by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Bat Attack: Aftermath
Henry looked at the small pile of paperwork that rested on his desk, glancing to the grandfather clock tucked away in a corner, golden coloured pendulum swaying side to side, almost tapping the side of the dark wood it was housed in as it ticked by the seconds. He peered over his glasses at it. Still a minute before he expected Sebastian to arrive. He looked back down at the paper on his desk, and folded the report up with a sigh, sticking it in a drawer in his desk and withdrawing a small black notebook. Flipping to an empty page, he set a dark green, ever so slightly ornate pen down in the middle of the book, leaving it there to keep th
Jerielle dropped to her knees after the Magican tarot successfully trapped Sebastian's feral self within its indestructible walls. The vampire tried to break free of his small confinement with all his might but the lack of careful thought in his attacks ensured the young magician of her win. Sebastian was never getting out of his prison unless she made it so. All around her, Kriss' army of toddler-sized bees and Sebastian's weird bats continued to rage their war until the latter started to slow and eventually fell without warning.
The bees' made one final attack against the helpless bats until they too were certain that they were defeated. J
It was a beautiful day out in Legacy!
The sun shone brightly up in the sky, but covered by thick layers of clouds that kept the temperature between cold and not-so cold down below. Today was just as good for a walk too! Jerielle hobbled out of the Arcana dorm with Felicia close behind as they ran out into the white winter day.
She wore a thick red hooded winter coat dress with black fur lining the hood, sleeves, and skirt. Felicia too was wearing her lion onesie to shield herself from the cold morning air.
They saw the groundskeep, and their fellow workers, mowing out the pathways free from snow. Without really anything to do, Jerielle dec
How to Roast a Boogeyman by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
How to Roast a Boogeyman
Better than nothing, he'd thought.
Two days had passed since the white hole incident, and to be expected, Oswald was the victim of the multi-hour lecturing and scolding of a very irritated Agilinulae. Not to mention the detentions which while his sayings and dictations was true, and the constant writing, Oswald minded little of detention- however, Oswald couldn't help but feel some amount of weighing guilt and wished to slowly build up his comfort zone and inch back up on his good side. The best way to start doing this in the young boogeyman's mind was bringing back rare and exotic ingredients to use and contribute to the alchemy class for w
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p2 by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p2
Sebastian raised his brows to the disposal bin. Was she expecting him to expel his breakfast? Seeing that confirmed a thought he was putting together, Cyris's blood has been poisoning him. Explains the rise in temperature he was starting to experience. Still, he had been hoping it was just the memory triggering that.
Aww you bitch... since when can doctors give out detentions?
"C'mon doc, I ain't even know ‘bout that. Least you could do is like give a warnin' or somethin'. I literally just got here. Ain't I suffer 'enough already?" he pleaded leaning over to milk her for sympathy. His fingers pressed on his throat as rivulets of blood
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p1 by Chirusairhosei, literature
Literature
Someone Responsible Deals with Emotional Trauma p1
Sebastian's eyes shined in the dusk feeling his full strength returning. His thirst had been satisfied once more having thrice fed off the Nephilim during whoopee. Though grateful she allowed him to spend the morning in her dorm, Sebastian appreciated her endurance more so. Cyris managed to keep him thoroughly entertained, although their marathon of ecstasy paled in comparison to the rapture of drinking her blood. Better still had been the unwanted guest they inadvertently flashed, Cyris's roommate, Saabek.
Ever the opportunist, Sebastian decided to antagonize the red-haired woman with a wink and suggestion she join them. She stared at them,
Normally I avoid tags like the plague, but since it's a new year I figured I'd changed some things. So I'll address this tag... even though I'm not a Pokemon person.
I got tagged by ~Swiny1262 (https://www.deviantart.com/swiny1262) Thaaaaaaaanks pal.... :iconfliptableplz:
1: Go to randompokemon.com/ and set it to Generate 1,
all generations and all types, no nature.
2: Paste the Pokémon to the corresponding question.
3: Type down your reaction!
4: No Pokémon repeats.
5: Turn off the "Ubers" option.
6: Post these rules!
You: Suicune
.....It looks like a pony and its name reminds me of suicide.... F**K
Your partner-in-crime: Garchomp
.....So it's a hamme
I don't really post a whole lot of personal journals for myself so I'll try to keep this brief and will just wing it.
OKAY! So long story short I've been having a very VERY rough few months. From early June to today I've been struggling to keep calm and just keep trucking though life and online nonsense. Almost crushing personal problems, such as finding out all my college classes were dropped last despite the fact signed up back in April. My godmother's surgery to remove her cancer, relationship problems or lack there of now. Then there was these people who thought they "know" me and went on about their petty issues when in actuality they d