Don't ask me why, but it made me happy.
He looks cute with long hair.


Halloween Frights It was Halloween. The one night of the year where almost anything can and will happen. Nikki stood by the window smiling, watching the trick-or-treaters as they ran through the streets in their silly little costumes, begging for candy.Halloween Frights
Nikki himself had actually gotten into the Halloween spirit and had donned one of Zaks old blood stained hoodies. It was about three sizes too big and the hood covered his eyes when pulled down. Perfectly scary.


Dating It was actually pretty quiet today. Zak was keeping the screams down to a dull roar, the Monsters weren't acting up, and the shadows were keeping to the corners. Nikki could relax and read his magazine in peace.Dating
Though he couldn't enjoy it as much as he would have liked to, given that he was reading a Cosmo. It was something Zak had brought back for him. The boy tried, you had to give him that much.
&nb


+Flowers+ Flowers+Flowers+
Blood ran off of Zak in small streams as he came up from the sub-basement of the house. He was carrying the leg of a door-to-door sales man. He really hated those guys. He was tired and wanted to see Nikki, he hoped that seeing him would make him feel better. As he walked through the main part of the basement the Monsters growled at him; they were hungry. They hadn't been fed since yesterday. Zak tossed the leg into the shadows and heard t


:Sweet Nightmares: :Sweet Nightmares::Sweet Nightmares:
Nikki lay face down on the thread bare couch, his short electric blue hair splayed out on the old beaten pillows. He watched as Zak's shadows swam around the room like hungry fish, occasionally rearing up to nip at Nikki's fingers. Drawing back his hands he looked toward the door, wishing he could just walk out. The nasty little creatures would never let that happen though; they were always guarding the door. He would never be able to le
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I'm in ur capital makin' it Warsaw!
fu fu fu~
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You know, whenever I see you...I get the urgent feeling to Sparta kick you across the room.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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~Black Winter~ A BL/Yaoi comic
(We always do high-budget
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