Succubus in Rapture

Her name was Core, and she was on the run.

San Diego wasn’t a place people usually came to when they were on the run. It was too high profile. Especially for a demon hunter. Of course in another life San Diego would have been right up Core’s alley. Maybe thats why she had decided to come here.

After years of being plagued by a demon, Core had turned into one of the greatest hunters of them.  She had killed scores of them. But no matter how hard she tried,  one of them she couldn’t kill. She had a reminder of him every time she looked at her child, it had his eyes. The demon had taken over every aspect of her life. It was hard to remember what life had been like before it came. The demon seemed to encompass her entire being. It had infiltrated her emotions. It had tried to control her every move. Hell, it even knew her bank account number and email password.

In the meantime she had set up shop. Since San Diego was so disgustingly colorful and happy, their was relatively low demonic activity. However she sensed a high level of activity in the Gaslamp area. The gaslamp area was where the majority of douche bags in San Diego spent their free time, and the demons most likely latched on to most of them.

Thats where she was tonight. She had ubered her way to the gaslamp. She stood outside one of the establishments that played sports on TV with hip hop blaring obnoxiously. She didn’t have to wait long for a douche bag to appear.

Ah damn girl you want ride around in ma TRUK?! Yes, this guy was definitely getting the ax. She smiled and touched his chest and walked with him to his unnecessarily large vehicle that got shitty gas mileage.

She dropped her purse. He went to pick it up for her, they always did. She stepped behind and pulled out her weapon. As soon as he raised up she buried it in the side of his head. Oh god, she hoped no blood got on her Gucci, she would just die.

One down, 1,000 to go. She wiped the blood off the weapon. No blood on the Gucci. This was going to be a good night.

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10 Ways to Die at Comic Con

The vessel had just left Peru. The wizard stood on the roof looking at the open ocean. He was worried he wouldn’t make it in time. He wouldn’t miss it again this year.

After many weeks the ship finally pulled into port in San Diego. The wizard floated off slowly and landed on the ground. This was still strange to him, especially considering his former life as a neurosurgeon.

His mission was complicated. The gauntlet had almost been reassembled, and once it was not even Living Tribunal would be able to help them.

He found his companion and used the Uber app on his phone for a Spanish driver. No sense in stirring up the crowd. He arrived 15 minutes later. He knew it was too late. Heroes from other universes had already made an appearance. Someone was using the reality gem.

Darth Vader’s storm troopers walked down the street. They were talking about getting cheeseburgers. The sexiest rocket raccoon with vampire teeth stood looking at a map. This was going to be a mess.

The worst thing though? It was hot. Desert hot. Who in the hell had decided to have this in a place like San Diego? The people seemed not to mind the heat and obnoxiously blue sky. Maybe it was just him. He had traveled to the bottom of the world to a place called Kadath in the cold waste, and decided when this was all over he would have to return. This place was not for him.

The lady clown stopped him. She called herself Scarlett Checkers and claimed to be from Philadelphia. He told her that California was going to melt her face make up. She gave him a bowl of bite size Snickers and told him she was late for a Cannibal Corpse concert.

The first way to die. Lack of water. Almost no one had any, and so many people with powers. This place was a powder keg waiting to go off.

The main event was being guarded by the watchers. No matter how strong the wizards magic he could not get inside.

Hot, tired and discouraged, the wizard gave up. He would have to wait until next year to try and get inside the mysterious building.

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Alienbees Boudoir

Recently I had a friend who got interested in photography. I had seen her post some work before, mostly nature and shots of her kids. When Christmas came her husband went out and bought her an entire studio set.

They got right to work and set up the studio and wasted no time in getting a model in for a shoot. They had caught my attention so I always looked at every update they posted. Most of the pics they posted included the studio lighting equipment. Their was so much of it, flashheads, modifiers, syncs, and so on.

The reason my friends new purchases got my attention is because it reminded me of exactly what I did when I first became interested in studio photography. I had no idea what to buy. I had no idea what company was gonna be worth the money. I believe the first set of studio lights I ever had was from a company called Square Perfect. Now square perfect lighting did work for me. However, you could definitely tell it wasn’t the top of the line quality.

Over time, I must have wasted close to a thousand dollars on studio equipment I didn’t need. Finally I got smart and started asking successful photographers what equipment they used. Most of the photographers I wrote to didn’t answer. However one of them finally did. What did they tell me to buy? Alienbees! Now Alienbees arent cheap. But then again they are not ungodly expensive either. Now Alienbees have been around for quite awhile. They have excellent customer service, and they stand by thier products. Also, NO, I dont get any money or any benefits for writing about them. In fact I doubt the company will ever read this entry.

If you’re starting a studio and want a invest your money in studio lighting, Alienbees is one of the best investments you can make.  Now its not the only good photo equipment company out there. Personally i’m not a huge fan of the light stands from Alienbees, and much prefer Manfrotto, Avenger or photoflex brands.

One of these days I really am gonna get off my ass and write some educational entries on the art of boudoir and studio photography. Trouble is I dont think too many people read what I write.

The sexy model you’re seeing in the photos is Michele “Miss Hell” Monique. We’ve  had a few photoshoots. In case you missed them you can see them here, and here.

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Spirit Molecule

Abigail had been running. She had taken the spirit molecule from the vagrant. At first she didn’t even know what she had. She could feel it in her bag. It was whispering to her. She could feel it moving. It touched the edge of her consciousness.  Was this real? At the very heart of it, she could feel a presence. She could hear his voice, faint. She could see his image in her dreams, dark, his face full of needles. It couldn’t be real.

For as long as she could remember she had been searching. Mystic experiences, LSD, DMT, and the spirit. It was never enough.

She never stopped moving. Never stopped searching. A brothel in New Orleans, BDSM in Berlin. Sometimes when she woke up she didn’t know what city she was in.

Is this all there was? Had she reached the limits of experience? Their had to be more.

She tried Wicca. The goddess rejected her. She tried Buddhism, but nirvana eluded her. What else was there? Their had to be something. Another guy bought her a drink. Where was she again? She thought hard. Her last clear memory was an alley in Paris. This didn’t smell like Paris. Was this Morocco? She had hit bottom.

She had heard of the vagrant. They said when nothing was left he would come. You couldn’t find him, he had to find you. She could feel him now. She finished her drink and stepped outside. She saw him outside the Pyramid Gallery. Their eyes locked. She approached. He took out a box, designs seems to melt and form. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

She walked away, forgetting about the vagrant. He stared after her with empty eyes. His job was finished. Back in her room she sat down. Fingers tracing patterns. She could feel something traveling. Getting closer. Movement from the mirror. He had came. The light reflected from the pins in his face. She smiled. No more running, no more moving. She had come home.

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