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Carnage Handstyle Series #1

Death Kult Love read the note nailed to his door. He winced when he saw it, partially because of the reminder of his ex-girlfriend, partially because of the existence of Death Kult, and partially because it was going to be a right pain in the ass to pull out the nail, put in putty, and stain it to match the door so his landlord didn't kick him out. If it had been an animal nailed to the door, he would have been evicted already, and he knew it. Make Kourtney was softening? Or maybe she just wanted to keep track of where he was. After he was evicted from the last place, it had taken him two weeks to find a new apartment, and it had taken her a month to find him. He wasn't entirely sure that that proved anything about the effectiveness of her Death Kult's "magic"--


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabeth718/7796270648/
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: So low.
"I can see by the hole in your head that you want to be friends." Try that line in a bar, and most girls are going to throw their drink in your face, but when it works--well, when it works you get something like what happened next. On the whole, I think I'd have preferred to have a drink thrown in my face, though in the beginning it was something pretty spectacular. I like vintage music, you see, and so--because I've basically given up on pick-up lines anyway--I use the first line sometimes to see if they've got any idea what I'm talking about. Also, it's a decent way to get free drinks if you open your mouth right when they throw the drink in your face. This dame, now, she turns to me with her dark eyes all aglow and she says, "How did you know?" That threw me, a little, because a hole in your head, really? But I played along.

Inspiration: "Dopes to Infinity" - Monster Magnet
Story Potential: High
Notes: Cult? Alien abductee? Something. Kinda a noir feel to our protag, with a dry sense of humor, probably takes place on a space station--could be fun.
Pain swelled inside his heart, and he felt the dragon uncoiling and rising up, its teeth bared in a bloody grin. Scales rubbed against the inside of his skin. He cried out, but not from the knife shredding his flesh. He cried out because he knew the dragon was working its way through his veins to the break in his skin where it could split the puny shield of flesh that kept it bound. It had always been a risk, and he'd known it when he agreed to be the bearer of the dragon. He'd been guarded and protected. Every minor scrape had instantly been treated and covered, sewn tight to keep there from being a gap large enough for the dragon to escape. His flesh was puckered and seemed from all the places where stitches had been sewn into place around small scratches. No split of the skin--

Inspiration: "Pain" by Three Days Grace
Story Potential: High.
Notes: A very sheltered existence, to keep the dragon inside. And then he's kidnapped and tortured by those with Very Bad Motives. But the unexpected happens--the dragon doesn't *want* to come out? Or only a little, and without killing its host? The apocalypse is deferred? Or something, but now he must come to terms with the dragon inside. It would need to be written dark, but I can do dark....

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