Playable demo available as of 30 May 2014!
Insanitalia: A twisted, adventure, tension-filled, action-horror game. You can explore, battle, and make allies and enemies.
Note: Your choices in this game will tailor the story. And trust me, there are a lot more choices than you'd care to replay. Pick carefully!
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Cherry Blossoms (AizenxReader)| Chapter 1
If only I could find some peace in my heart, I could finally rest happily.
And if only I could stop your tears, I would burn down even this rotten world to do so.
You jerk up ever so slightly, pulling the fold of your Academy shihakusho up immediately in an effort to make yourself presentable. That voice is unfamiliar, and as wary as you are of the unknown, you straighten up and impulsively stand from the stone bench, ready to greet—or perhaps take down—whoever it is that would approach you so unguardedly.
Early morning is usually not a good time for you—not for socialization. After all, such serenity is unattainable elsewhere than when one arrives early in the day to sit in the midst of this garden. You refuse to be disturbed at this time of day, in this garden where a bench has been situated in a patch of trees on the outskirts of an old forest.
It is a place where you can find peace and
Turpentine Kisses (LightxReader)
“Wake up, (Name).”
It’s dark. You’re certain you know that voice.
There is the sweet stench of rot in your nostrils, flooding the nerves of your mind and sending them into a crazed frenzy. Your feet and hands are numb, aching from the lack of movement, the pins and needles piercing deep into tattered flesh. You’re gagging, you realize—your lips, split from bites of anxiety, are parted slightly in disgust and horror, eyes wide under a black fold of uncertainty.
Your feet and legs are dangling beneath you. You realize this when your toes flex, sending burns throughout your veins, and do not touch a ground.
“... Where… Where am I…?”
Your eyes refuse to open up, as if they've shut themselves out from the world before them. They’re heavy, fashioned of acid-drenched lead, and reject the command to lift away your eyes.
“Welcome to the new World. Do you like it?”
CielxOC!Sophie: Too Much to Ask ForThere was something wrong, Ciel knew immediately, when he heard a rather large crash in the kitchens downstairs—something that sounded, to his sharp ears, to be the result of a shattering of several dozen dishes, not to mention those of the finest china that he used day in and day out. Even in his study, high above the lower floors and privy only to himself, he could hear the shriek of the other servants, followed by a cry of “Damn it! The master is going to kill us!” from the same source of the dreadful noise.
He sighed and set the quill down, burying his face in his hands, an idea of what had happened already formulating in his quick mind. He could see Mey-Rin, Bard, and Finnian, all gathered and immediately panicked about the mess on the tile floors of the kitchen—if there were any marks or scratched on that, he’d certainly turn to murder; the tiles had cost a fortune to install. Perhaps they had reason to worry after all. And of cour
CielxMillie: Just This Evening, Part 1Ciel quietly gazed down at the faded papers before him on his desk, his single, deep, blue eye scanning the words on them carefully, searching for any mistakes that he might have made. He really should have turned in this paperwork to the Funtom toy company ages ago, but he had had enough to deal with that he couldn’t get to properly operating his own company until now.
Finding no error in his impeccable loopy, scrawled cursive and spelling, Ciel motioned to Sebastian, who was standing behind him and looking over the information as well.
“Take these papers and prepare them to go to Funtom. And while you’re at it, bring me a cup of Earl Grey.” Ciel did not hesitate to order the older man, his face cold and stern as usual.
“Yes, my lord.” The command was obeyed without question. The demon butler reached down to take the papers from his master, and then he readied himself to leave the private study so that the young Earl could continue to work in peace.
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I'm just a little Kitsuki.
I like chocolate, pizza, and good writing. A long-time inhabitant of the ProcrastiNation.
Basically I'm just your average dispassionate asshole. Sometimes I can be a sociopathic megalomaniac, depending on the situation.
I accept bribery.
Please feel free to message this little sucker at <firstname.lastname@example.org>.
Long-time partners and comrades-in-writing, and best web friends:
Things I Like. As in Really Like.
You really must go and check these fanfiction out:
Death and His Shadow (Death Note): www.fanfiction.net/s/3329822/1…
Muse (Bleach): www.fanfiction.net/s/6251476/1…
Favourite foods? Cake. Chocolate. Pizza. As for things other than food... I like video games. "Outlast" is the scariest one I've played, and "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney" is my absolute favourite.
Miles Edgeworth = #1 crush.
Second up, Aizen Sousuke and Light Yagami. Villainous/anti-heroic, homicidal, megalomaniac characters; the good-looking ones with a high level of intelligence.
I also like deep voices.
And in regards to my writing... Criticism is good, I love criticism. But please, leave out flames. Flames are not nice. Flames are bad.
I write things because I want to.
So grab a smoke. Put it in your mouth. Light it with fire.
Sit down and have some good reads right 'ere.