#emburns

[micahsawyer]

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okay here i go i'm gonna tell you about celeste... i don't write her anywhere right now but she's already got an entire fucking carrd set up because i have no chill. (she's waiting for meeee). she's a witch who was born entirely from witchcraft; she's fatherless, and allowed life only because of the magic her mother performed. shortly after she was born, the town judged her mother a witch and tossed her and her daughter into a pyre (her "father's" whereabouts remain unknown). celeste emerged unscathed while her mother's ashes burned beside her, and she escaped into the forest where she took sanctuary with wolves for a long time before she felt confident enough to approach society. she grew to become a formidable witch and opens up her own occult shop. she's immortal, keeping her youth like a vampire by taking sips of blood from the lovelier girls of the city. she's got an obsession with fire (or really, her ability to stick her hand into the flame and feel nothing but warmth) and she's constantly seeking revenge against the descendants of those who killed her mother. unbeknownst to her, her "father" is still out there somewhere, alive... and also, for a lil treat, i'll give you this from her biography!

she has many names: to most, she is camilla. to others, catherine. some know her as clara and few recognize her as cleo. cecily, when she’s feeling proud. the point is: you know her. chances are, you’ve met her at least once in your life, although her name and her face have changed as often and as easily as the sky when shifting from day to night, so it is unlikely you would recognize her. presently, she has taken up the name celeste, and her new name fits her face: ethereal and beautiful, with a profound darkness hidden beneath her eyes. as a result of her own exuberant storytelling, celeste’s true story is shrouded in mystery. she has whispered stories of herself into the ears of all who would listen, each tale more fantastical than the last. she is millions of years old, a goddess fallen, the mother sorceress herself! none are true. they are all pieces of fiction made to cloud an old, tragic truth. magic lives inherently in her veins. she is as powerful as she is beautiful. no one, including her, is quite sure what she is—only that no part of her is human. she has a beating heart, soft flesh, and lively eyes…. but do not mistake this for humanity. she is a product of magic alone; wicked and cruel and beautiful, with skin impenetrable to blade or fire.

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a moodboard for @emburns (they didn't ask for it but yknow) psd coloring by: @supersources

[qxeenofnight]

"Who doesn't love fire?" She chuckles, dragging her fingers down his cheek. "Now walking through the Hells. That was a fun little vacation. I should visit again one day."

@emburns

[unapxlogeticme]

Any tips for writing with you?

i don't have tips?? have fun and go with the flow maybe. chemistry is a plus. lets not force anything. two of my favorite ships for emerson (his only ships for now) happened by chemistry and i'm having fun with both writers. there was no plotting. it just happened. don't get intimated by my writing and how much i can write. i'm willing to cut down my length of what i write. so if long threads are hard, please let me know and i'll adapt. remember i am an old lady, so at my age i normally go with the flow. these aren't tips, but i am trying. just ... have fun and we'll create amazing things together. 🥰

[choserage]

[ COLD ] for sender to give receiver their gloves or scarf because it’s chilly.

for Ana c:

@emburns | meme.

         the seasons have started to change yet she can't say she'd really taken the time to notice before then. the brisk morning air feels cool on her exposed skin and when she reaches for her coffee, the cup is held just a little bit tighter.            barely gives a response to him making a joke about how the weather should feel perfect for her since she's every bit as cold on the inside. she'll glare or ignore him, hearing his laughter in her ears. they echo when he's in one of his moods yet she can't entirely hate the sound of it.       it feels familiar.            what catches her by surprise is the offered piece of gloves as added clothing, along with a sincere smile to show he was only kidding. the sight of it looks nice on his face, not that she'd tell him so. knee-jerk reaction of an argument or denial nearly makes it out of her mouth before it closes, accepting the gesture silently.          if he comments on the faint rise of color in her cheeks she could always blame it on his asinine decision to go for a walk in the middle of winter. she'll quickly change the subject, a mental note made to return them once they go their separate ways again.         seeing him roll his eyes at her would have been better than acknowledging that she'd actually liked the warmth they ( and he ) had brought her.

[malka-lisitsa]

Cal and i think you and Katherine are great. sending positivity and love to you, always. 💜

Thank you bby.

Katherine said Cal is sired so he has to love her LMFAO.

[bldrdsh]

@emburns / laila odegård

HER HANDS follow the lines of runs laid out in the book she keeps on her person at all times. THE SHOP is quiet and she's almost inclined to keep it that way. It's only a moment later when the little BELL at the entryway door dings that she shifts her attention.

She PAUSES briefly to study the individual who enters and with a momentary huff she speaks.

"Hm...a visitor."

SHE SPEAKS it quietly under her breath–vaguely recalling a vision she'd had the night before in her slumber that SPOKE to something she may encounter today.

[mxgneticperscnality]

well, he did just snap his neck . . . it's not a bloody mess like he usually leaves them, but it's certainly something as he lifts his head to look up at Erik, his hands no longer wrapped around the corpse. he'd dropped him moments before Erik had arrived and made a quip about him being dead- that he'd found him that way. he's not sure why he bothers lying. it's not like it wasn't obvious that he'd done it. while he didn't leave any real lasting marks, there are some burn marks on the man's neck where he'd snapped it and if you look close enough at Calcifer, you would find scorch marks on his fingertips. or at least you would if fire left a lasting effect on him. thankfully, Calcifer didn't seem to have that problem anymore. back when he was younger and before he'd really honed into his abilities, Cal would burn himself on the regular. but now that he's accustomed to his powers, there's not much that can tie him to what he'd done.

"well, there's nothing that can be done about it now," he says, wiping his hands on his pants. the sun was down and the moon was high in the sky. he rarely kills in the daylight- less chance of being seen, but now that he has been, he has to come up with a plausible excuse and that's never easy. it's not something he wants to do. so instead, he doesn't do that and shrugs his shoulders.

"i can just burn him, then no one will know." he eyes Erik carefully then, his tongue jutting out to caress his bottom lip. "except for you and me. no one else has to know. he sucked as a human being anyways."

Erik looks at him with a smirk and then shrugs "Just one less human in the world to hate mutants if you ask me but if you ask me everyone of them is so you can go on killing them to your heat's content and I won't give a damn. Hell, I would even help you out if you wanted me to or you needed it." He chuckles, looking over the body on the ground "It might be fun for the two of us to team up you know to rid the world of those that would oppose the next steps of human development or maybe just to cause a little chaos in what they think of as their ordered world."

Erik reaches out and the metallic balls in his pocket float out "Well, there is one thing that could be done for it since I'm known to kill humans I could use these little balls here to put holes in him and then it would look like I killed him with the help of someone else. After all, mutants like me are all violent individuals or didn't you know that?" He gets a thoughtful look on his face "This time is as close as I ever again want to get to the Nazi regime. The humans are trying to wipe out a certain percentage of the population and a friend of mine thinks we can have peaceful co-existence with them."

Erik then shakes his head Looking at the other with a frown "I've gone on and on here but I haven't even told you the name of the man that you're kind of trusting not to tell on you for killing this pitiful excuse of a man, not that I would say anything anyway, it's none of my business what other people do to each other in the street at night." He walks over and leans against the side of the alleyway with a shrug "I'm Erik, Erik Lehnsherr but many call me Magneto for my mutation of controlling metal

@emburns

[bloodyxballet]

@emburns asked no, i'm not coming to my sense.

"Then don't it's none of my business either way." Dylan looks at the other male with a frown on his face "This would be a whole lot easier if you would just buy some common sense to go with the stupid that you seem to already have." He sighs, tilting his head to the side and shaking his head "I can get to the studio myself and I don't need a bodyguard so get that out of your head right now. I can fight my own battles Calcifer."

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@emburns

FEELINGS

[condemnedtragedy]

@emburns | cont. Calcifer doesn't know how that would feel like. he's never killed a friend- rarely does he have any as it is. but he feels for her, regardless, as he looks down at Abigail, his expression shifting into that of concern. he sits down next to her and carefully takes the girl's hand into his own. "this is a safe space for you, Abigail. you can talk to me and i won't judge you, i promise." Calcifer is a lot of things and while a killer is one of them, he's also got a soft spot for children and luckily for Abigail, he deems her childlike enough that he wants to help guide her in the right direction. she seems so young to him . . . all he wants to do is help her.

               she's heard those words before. spoken from the mouths of monsters; wolves in sheep's clothing. she's not as naive as she was then yet she still wants to believe safety exists. that it was within her grasp if she kept looking for it and that not everyone would turn against her. will he? she can feel the words filling her mouth, clawing their way free despite her efforts to keep them inside where they could do no harm. they taste gritty and disgusting, the truth of her evil deeds a secret that's condemned her even without anyone knowing it. they whispered about it and those rumors taint every interaction she's had."what good would that do? talking about it won't change what happened."

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[ GIVEN ] receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean.

Annie had decided to cook dinner for the two of them, as a treat, and so she was in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables, Cal right next to her. Not really helping but he was there, at least keeping her company as he chatted away.

Because she was listening to Cal, she wasn't paying a ton of attention to what she was doing, and so the next thing she noticed was a sharp pain across her hand. "Ouch, shit." She winced, flexing her hand as she watched the wound close slowly.

Using her fingers from her other hand, she wiped the blood off her palm and turned, holding out her hand towards Cal, wiggling her fingers at him. "Want some? Before dinner snack?"

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@emburns

♡ AMERIE & MALAKAI heartbreak high season 2

[doctorserialkiller]

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

Ethan looks at the other man and sighs. His prey had already made it to their building and gone in so no kill for that night unless this asshole would volunteer which he doubted "I'm not feeling very fine but I have nothing to feel haunted over so we don't have that in common. You interrupted my hunt man and by all rights I should just kill you but I have a feeling that you are much more than you seem so I'll just go home without a kill tonight." He shrugs his shoulders with a cocked eyebrow "It won't be the first time and it definitely won't be the last either."

@emburns

[choserage]

“i know what kind of crazy i am, and this isn’t that kind of crazy.”

@ Caleb

@emburns | meme.

                      he  wants  to  ask.  in  this  morbidly  curious  burning  desire  to  understand  kind  of  way.  countless  times  he's  tried  to  follow  his  friend's  train  of  thought,  always  without  success.  it  baffles  him.  annoys  him.  amuses  him.  right  now  he's  torn  between  poking  fun  at  the  vampire's  expense  or  shrugging  it  off.  they  do  that  a  lot.  an  nice  routine  to  settle  into  that  he  doesn't  have  to  put  much  effort  into  maintaining.  "how  can  you  tell?"  a  simple  question,  without  mockery.  "i  didn't  think  there  was  much  of  a  difference  but  if  there  is  then  i'll  be  sure  to  keep  it  in  mind  for  later."  after  all,  the  whole  reason  they're  friends  is  because  they're  a  similar  kind  of  crazy.

[unapxlogeticme]

closed starter with jules & cal continued from here ... @emburns

jules eyes scan the area, finally landing on the man he had been looking for. he walks up to cal, taking off his mask to reveal his face to the other. his voice comes out lethyal as he speaks every word he's say clear and concise. "i'm not fucking around." he tells him, slamming his fists onto the table. "i don't care how much you like him. you stay away from my brother." he takes a deep breath, calming himself down. he takes a seat across from cal, placing his mask onto the table.

"i haven't seen him like this before. i practically raised him and despite the shit our parents gave him, he was still a happy kid. always has been. but now ... cause of you ... he's not the same." he thinks of the panicking man who is waiting at home. the one who looks like his brother, but jules knows that after what happened to him, really isn't him.

the nightmares he hears him have, the pain in his cries, and the sudden desire to not be alone. it killed jules so much that he risked everything going after cal and leaving emerson alone. "i get it. there's something about em that draws you in. trust me, i know. but he's hurting. he isn't emerson right now. he needs space." he reaches out a finger and pokes cal each time he says the next words. "so you're going to stay away from him." jules could only hope he'll be listened to. he quickly brings his hand away, crossing his arms over his chest; staring him down with his blue steel eyes. he realizes how much they both care for emerson and how much they want to keep him safe.