#hallowburnt

[burygods]

kinsey oliver : i think i need to sit down.

tommy nodded his head rapidly as @hallowburnt made her statement, trying to guide her to a chair or bring a chair to her. he just settled for bringing a chair to the space behind her and allowing her to take occupance on it. he had been worried about her for a while now --- the drinks flowing a little too smoothly for it to be considered social, but who was he to judge ? the teller boy had followed her outside when he saw her slip out of the club, and it was a good thing he did.

❛ ❛ do you want a bucket or somethin', babe ? ❜ ❜ tommy's hand goes to the back of her neck, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin there, his eyes full of concern.

[endfght]

smile curves the corner of his mouth up barely. ❝ there is no place like home when you got no place to go. ❞ an apartment, a place to live ― he had. but it'd been so long since he'd been home. (@hallowburnt, sc.)

[poein]

there must be something psychologically innate within humans & their desire to be up high --- acrophobia notwithstanding. the satisfaction of climbing to a mountain's summit ; the giggles of they look like ants from up here ! from children & adults alike when peering out of airplane windows ; the chance to see, in one fell swoop, so much of the land one inhabits. maybe that's why city architects keep trying to out-do each other in building the world's tallest building. maybe that's why there's always some observation spot complete with tower viewer no matter how close to sea level one gets. none of that quite explains, however, why austin agreed to climb all those stairs merely upon an assurance of it'll be fun ! ( the elevators were down ), or why he's letting the fire door close behind him. " you got a thing for rooftops, @hallowburnt ? " he's peering out over the edge, looking at the people below who are oblivious to them up above. yeah, okay, they really do look like ants from up here.

[4ugury]

4UGURY'S 2ND STARTER CALL, please feel free to like and request a muse !

jill & joshua, ft. @hallowburnt

ㅤTHESE BLACKENED SKIES ARE AN OMEN OF WHAT IS TO COME ! death lingers on the horizon for them all, but for joshua it weighs heavily in his chest; 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕. this battle would not be for his own soul, already damned by his decisions, but for all those others- including his brother's. joshua may die in the next few days, but somehow he was content with this. the decision had been made, and now 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 he shall reap.

leaning against one of the many railings of the hideaway's massive hull, the blond stares out over open glistening waters. the ferryman had brought he & his brother back from land a few hours ago, but he did not blame jill for seeking out clive first—  𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, no matter how hard they might seek to hide it from the others.

ㅤㅤㅤ" tarja has already come by, if that is what you're about to ask. "

[endfght]

in the handful of books that his mother had given to him before connor's birth ⸺ that he had barely even skimmed through, if he'd touched them at all ⸺ michael didn't once see anything about moments like this. not this specifically, but he'd come to realize that there was no manual on how to parent through the most difficult decisions : how to manage your own emotions versus the emotions of your child versus the severity of the situation. standard cuts and bruises he could handle no problem, and when it came to discipline he held his own (though more often than not, punishments were pawned off on cait to disperse) ― but this was a whole new level of fucked up that he didn't even remotely know how to begin handling.

as the initial stress and chaos of the sequence of events that had led them to this very spot settled down, he had a chance to breathe. ❝ yeah, no it's ⸻ the ground should be soft enough to break through, it'll be tough but doable. we'll take 'im through the woods out back and bury him as deep out as we can. ❞ in the pause between his thoughts, mike's hands raise and run down his face. he'd figure it out. he always did. body shifts backwards a step, shoulders heaving with a heavy breath as his mind continues to run through scenario after scenario, excuse after excuse. guilt eats away at him, yet he buries it down deep in an attempt to keep a stoic look upon himself, to be a strong exterior for hannah to find comfort in. ❝ a cover story . . . ? i'll um ⸺ last time shane 'n i went out we set some traps up, could say we're going out to check those. i'll handle it, everything'll be all right. ❞

she knows its a lot to ask of her father, and she can see he's at war with himself over her request but she stands steadfast. for a girl who had grown up in the world where the dead walked, she'd been somewhat numb to the concept until it was blood on her hands. out of sight, but not out of mind. she'd watched as life had drained out of his eyes. had found herself at a loss of what to do next, until her father had come along. her hero, coming to the rescue. seemed every time she found herself in trouble ( which was more often than she liked to admit ) - he was always there to save her. a father's job, some could argue but it was a job he did exceptionally and without fail every time.

❛ thank you, ❜ gratitude expressed quietly as they stand outside, snow falling in blonde curls. she can feel her hair getting heavy with the weight of melted flakes, and with the cold comes a pain all too familiar to what she felt when she was six years old. ❛ so .... we have to hide the body somewhere they won't find it. we can't just bury him where i killed him, right? how are you going to come out here and take care of a body without anyone asking questions. don't we need a cover story or something? i'll do whatever you tell me to do. just ... tell me, yeah? don't leave me out of this. ❜

[eternaldark-a]

ㅤㅤㅤ##eternaldarkㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤindependent, private, selective, crossover friendly & low activity multimuse. featuring muses from five nights at freddy's, manifest, resident evil, warrior nun & many more. west, 32, gmt. also found on bloodlincs. ㅤㅤㅤheavily affiliated withㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤ@burygods, @hallowburnt, @leavewild, @ofvixensandwolves.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmuses found below.

apocalypse basedㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤavery santos, claire redfield & tara chambler.

bottomsㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤjosie edeoye & pj turner.

castlevaniaㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤsypha belnades.

fandomlessㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤbillie valentine ( singer ) & max flores ( drummer ).

goosebumpsㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤlucas parker.

manifestㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤben stone & michaela stone.

nerdy prudesㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤstephanie lauter.

one chicagoㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤjay halstead, ryan halstead & samuel upton.

original horrorㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤcasey weaver & nathan weaver.

skylinesㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤrose corley.

supergirlㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤalex danvers.

ted lassoㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤcallie hewitt & seth konstantinos.

teen wolfㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤpiper hale & zara kowalski.

twilightㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤangela weber & leah clearwater.

warrior nunㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤava silva & beatrice nevala.

[wudelf]

oops, my new bg3 oc that imma affiliate w/ @hallowburnt. half sibs.

he's half drow and he's porple and i love him.

[roseguidedarc]

@hallowburnt​ gets a  SEMI-PLOTTED starter !   +   ft esther/leena klammer

           𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒,  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍  that mimics a close color to blood.   the painting, however, depicted something much more cheerful⸺after all, no one wants to adopt a child who has issue that would be a problem for them down the road.   people want a cute, interesting, but pilot little orphan girl to dote on, to love, to take care of.  all of that was exceedingly important now that her palms, arms, && parts of her face are cut up with scars from the work done on the coleman’s.  that fucking five year old && her bitch of a mother . . . at least esther, no leena,  no diana--she goes by diana now⸺can play into the  𝚂𝙾𝙱 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈  of it all.       ;      head turns at the sound of commotion in the hall, brows furrowing a little as a orphanage worker passes with a handful of children && a woman . . a woman who’s blonde, who appears to be deaf.   couldn’t be, could it ?   head turns back to the painting quickly, breath quicks, eyes widen.   max comes to mind . . they never found her body . . max && kate could believe she’s still alive.  max was too young to  𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 , right ?     (  fuck, fuck, fuck !  )

[cuffbelt]

sɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢʟʏ   sᴡᴇᴇᴛ   is   the   smell   that's   clogging   your   nose,   frosting   𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤   covering   your   cheek   as   you   move   to   stand   between   her   legs.   she's   on   the   counter,   you   put   her   there   so   she   could   watch   as   you   bake   her   cupcakes.   they're   cooling   on   the   otherside   of   the   oven,   resting   on   a   rack.

warm   hands   rest   on   her   thighs,   patting   them   𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈   as   you   crane   your   neck   to   look   down   at   her.         ❝         well,   𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉,   that's   LOVELY   and   all   but   y'know...   the   sun   isn't   always   out,   and   you   can't   be   angry   all   the   time...   i   mean,   just   look   at   me.   how   could   you   ever   be   𝐌𝐀𝐃   at   this   face      ?      ᴵ͟'͟ᴹ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ͟ᴼ͟ᴿ͟ᴬ͟ᴮ͟ᴸ͟ᴱ͟.            ❞         cheeky   grin   as   you   lean   in   and   capture   her   lips   into   a   brief   but   𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍   𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌.

❝         what's   got   you   𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢,   though      ?            ❞

❝         I   am   a   generator   of   hate,   and   my   rage   is   a   renewable   resource,   like   sunshine.         ❞         ft.      𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎   𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒.         [         @hallowburnt            ]

[burygods]

kinsey oliver : someone might hear us.

her words could be heard over the sounds of his kisses on the soft of her neck --- a hand cradling her head while his other was working on the button of her shorts. maybe the bathroom of the clubhouse wasn't the most romantic place to be doing this, up against the sink like two horny teenagers. tommy pulls his head back to look at her, that boyish grin on his lips as he shrugs. ❛ ❛ so ? let them listen, baby. ❜ ❜ that teller boy had little to no shame, and it's probably not the first nor the last time eavesdroppers would hear the kinds of noise they're about to make.

but he stops his work on her neck to look at @hallowburnt, rolling his lips a little as he considered the blonde that had his head in a complete spin.

the hand that cupped her face made its way down her arm, brushing his knuckles across her chest to rest on her waist, pulling her hips flush to his. to feel what just kissing her was doing to him. that bulge that was just getting harder by the second. his other hand had gotten her button and zipper undone, his fingers playing with the front of the thong he knew she was wearing --- the one he wanted to rip off with his teeth.

but ultimately it was up to her. ❛ ❛ do you wanna stop, kins ? just say the word, and i'll stop. ❜ ❜

[endfght]

a handful of sanctioned smoke breaks scheduled into his timecard, divvied up throughout the day to make his job just a little bit more bearable. more often than not, he had the entire back patio to himself. to enjoy a cigarette in the peace and quiet before returning to mopping floors and changing bedpans. today proved to be different, however, when the door pushed open and a woman tentatively walked out to join him. he greets her with a polite smile and subtle nod of his head, body taking a step to the side to give her more room ― as if there wasn't more space on the ten by ten square foot concrete slab for her to choose from.

❝ ⸻ need a light? ❞ @hallowburnt was familiar, he could swear he'd heard her name before . . . madeline, maybe? with all the times that he'd seen her here, it almost felt like a crime to not be sure. ❝ the smoking area in the courtyard out front too much for you, too? ❞ always full of people that are far too talkative, that don't have limits on what topics that they would or would not discuss. oftentimes personal, invasive ⸺ david preferred to avoid them entirely. here, he kept his head down (not a different practice from elsewhere) : david spoke when spoken to and kept quiet otherwise. always observing, watching, waiting, listening . . . weight shifts awkwardly between his legs, gaze wandering the area around her ; to the sky, around the ground below their feet ⸻ nearly zoned out on a pill bug making its way towards the grass slowly. when he speaks again, it's abrupt and aimless, accompanied by a deep inhale from his cigarette. ❝ i haven't seen you around here in a while. ❞

[hrtached]

        faint  wailing  echoes  down  the  short  hall ,    pulling  brad  from  a  deep  sleep  and  a  dream  that  was    forgotten    as  soon  as  he’d  squinted  open  a  single  eye .    for  a  moment  there’s  silence ,    and  in  that  reprieve  he’s  sure  that  the  crying  had  been    a  figment  of  his  imagination .    but  as  quickly  as  the  thought  had  come ,    it  had  been  proven    wrong    with  cries    somehow  louder  than  before    echoing  into  their  home .    he  finally  stirs  to  life  only  when  daniella’s  foot  nudges  softly  against  his  and  her  words  break  the  short  silence  between  them .      ❝     no  fair ,     ❞      words  grumbled  softly  into  his  pillow  before  brad  takes  a  deep  breath  and  slowly  pushes  himself  up  away  from  the  mattress .    he  leans  over  to  press  a  kiss  into  the  back  of  her  head  before  standing  completely ,    making  his  way  out  of  their  bedroom  and  down  the  short  hall  to  check  on  emma .

@hallowburnt​​​​  asked:    “ she's  your  kid  before  5am . ”  /  dani  to  brad                     ﹠﹔  𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐛𝐨𝐱  𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭.

[4ugury]

BABY'S VERY FIRST STARTER CALL, please feel free to like and request a muse !

lucy & edmund ! ft. @hallowburnt

BETRAYAL WAS A SIN NOT EASILY CLEANSED ... yet, still ! the bonds of blood can survive even the most grievous of wounds. edmund, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝 despite the years that have since passed, finds that at times it is only by the warmth of his siblings that the king of the great western woods, can endure the guilt of his childhood treachery. where once he would have despised being in the company of his younger sister, he now thrived within it. she was a beacon, a wild fire- and edmund would no longer shun her for the light she basked in; instead choosing 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎" are you hungry? mrs. beaver sent me with snacks. "

[endfght]

❝  yeah, stef, that's what you've been doing from the minute we started dating. always asking if i'm happy . . . "why would i choose to stay with you". i got it in high school, whatever, but it's gotten old. you know why we're here, you know how i feel and i know how you feel. i don't get why you always need to start with this shit.  ❞ this time, he doesn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. ❝  now you wanna fight for us? what happened to locking yourself in your bedroom and ignoring everyone that gives a shit about you for months?  ❞ he knows that words are going to sting, that they're going to be unforgiveable, at least for a time, but he says them anyway. finally he looks up at her, brows knit together with the formation of a splitting headache building at the front of his skull. ❝  this is me being honest. this is me being real.  ❞

matt wishes more than anything that this night had gone differently. that they'd continued to watch whatever shitty movie was on cable and fall asleep in one another's arms right there on the couch. if only he were so lucky. he stifles a laugh when she speaks again, shakes his head when she lifts the bottle to her mouth. ❝  why a drink? something that most normal adults do after a long day at work? seems like a real mystery to me, stef.  ❞ implications clear as day : while he had been imbibing more often than he had in the past, he was far from calling himself an alcoholic. never drunk to the point of oblivion on a weeknight, always sober at work (hungover at his worst) ⸻ it may have been a bad habit to pick up, but it had not gotten too out of hand just yet. ❝  you really wanna talk about burying your problems? my god, do you know how hypocritical you sound? you had your way of coping with shit, i have mine. why is that such a big fucking deal?  ❞

❛ sabotaging us? you really think that's what i'm trying to do? ❜ she stands, leaving him sitting on the couch alone. maybe what she'd done once upon a time, but things were different now. ❛ fucking bullshit, matt. i'm here and i'm fighting for us. yeah, you're patient and understanding, and i'm not - right? that's what you mean to say? ❜ ' despite everything ' not going unnoticed, a past she would never live down. ❛ but you aren't truthful. i don't want you to be perfect, or whatever you think you need to be. just be real, with me or with yourself. i love you, and i know you love me. that's not something i doubt. i've done my fair share of self sabotage ... i know that, and i'm not sitting here acting like i'm perfect. god knows i've made mistakes, but i'm honest. ❜

sigh falls from her lips, face buried in the palms of her hands. would she have been better off just playing like nothing was wrong in the first place? ❛ if you're so god damn happy - then why this? ❜ she grabs almost empty bottle of whiskey from the table next to him, knocking back a shot. face wrinkles in disgust, and she places bottle back down hard on the table. ❛ is this what happy people do? they drink to bury their problems and then lie to their wives about it? because hey, if that's happy - then i want to be happy just like you, matthew. let's get so freaking happy, what do you say? ❜

[hisatlas]

               “        look  at  me  nance,        “          one  hand  holds  her  jaw  as  if  she  were  made  of  something  delicate  while  the  other  rest  in  his  lap,    prone  and  unable  to  decide  if  it  were  to  tangle  itself  within  her  hair  or  lay  there  useless  as  it  was.          he  understood,    to  an  extent,    her  guilt  over  barb.              but  to  such  lengths?        it  was  tearing  her  apart  on  the  inside,    and  where  he  could  watch  his  father  crumble  under  the  weight  of  booze  and  alcohol,    seeing  nancy  do  the  same  thing?      well,  it  was  devastating.            “      we  should  go  home,      get  you  some  rest,    you’ll  feel  better  in  the  morning.    “                                                       @hallowburnt​ + nancy

[alchemeiarchive]

it's  still  the  same  old  story,  a  fight  for  love  and  glory,  a  case  of  do  or  die.  the  world  will  always  welcome  lovers,  as  time  goes  by.  @hallowburnt​