#neverburied

[roseguided]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑. her entire vampire existence had been overshadowed by louis, by lestat, by them together. she saw them & wondered when she would find her other half ... when someone would love her like that. but, over time, then when turned into an 'if' question & slowly, the longer she went on, the more her mind tried to convince her it would never be. she tried before, with charlie ... with other boys, but she couldn't figure out how to turn them. not like lestat did to louis or to her & he wasn't so kind as to show her how. ( why did lestat hate her ? a question asked many times even in her anger toward him. did he want her to be happy, to have someone of her own as he did more than once ? you'd think he would as her prior father figure. her maker. )

@neverburied said, " I PROMISED TO LOVE YOU FOREVER, AND THAT IS A PROMISE I INTEND TO KEEP. "

silently, hand reaches over to take her hand in claudia's. the night is quiet on the bench they sit, in a part with low lights & scattered pairs of people walking about the city. thumb rubs over the top of madeleine's hand, a breath drawn into her chest before hand turns with a softened gaze. ❛ ya know, once i thought i would never have someone t'call my own. ❜ speaks the woman with a growing smile, ❛ thought no one could love me the way i wanted 'em too. but, turns out i jus' had t'wait a little while. ❜ squeeze on her hand tightens. ❛ forever is-a long time, maddie. do ya think you can love me that long ? ❜

[baeuty]

　　𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 as the air thickened, cold &. electric, in the dim hall of shadowed stone. she had journeyed far, much farther than any farm girl could ever dream of ----- [ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝘵 𝑤𝘰𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝘵ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦? ] PHILIPPE, tied to the nearest tree like the loyal steed he was, awaited the brunette's return. belle's footsteps are careful, yet all the while, the legend of lestat seemed to whisper in her mind like a lover’s secret, HAUNTING / DRAWING her closer to this place that reeked of old blood and forgotten power. and suddenly, her heart stops for but a moment. there, poised against the velvet dusk, he stood: beautiful and terrible, an enigma wrought from the most forbidden of stories. eyes like liquid gold met hers; a gaze to never be mistaken for someone else. there was no turning back now... belle caught herself in the presence of a vampire.

plotted starter for: @neverburied, lestat de lioncourt.

[riprachel]

chloe vc : so rach , in middle school did you do the whole 'rawr XD' thing ? you know . . . cause your initials are RA. like . . . it's almost rawr, you know ?

“ ... i can't believe you're making me admit, shamefully might i add, to being a part of the rawr movement. don't ask me what my aim username was -- ” rawrchel is what it was.

unprompted, ft. @neverburied

[foulrests]

 ⸙ ❝  let’s not start with anything too difficult. ❞      his hands were above yellowish paper similar to papyrus.      beautiful in tone and to touch.      the lake before them shone with the sunrays like their own personal museum, as if nature had given then all the approval required to make its beauty eternal.      speaking of striking and numbing sights, he tried his best not to look at allie too often to avoid making her uncomfortable, but it was a difficult ordeal.      her redhair looked smooth and he swore a good aquarella back in his hotel room was waiting for him to sketch then color it — but it was best to focus on the now, on being a reasonable mentor.      he pointed to a rock far away.      

a starter for @neverburied's allie, from jack dawson.

 ❝  there.   you can show me what you already know about perspective.   ❞  nails scratched the back of his neck as he sat down on the grass,  wind blowing the light strands from his eyes.      she’d think it is boring,  most people did,  but it was a good start to then begin drawing people.      as a painter she was amazing already — maybe the lesson could even go both ways.

[barbieidol]

i don't know if you remember me, but we met at coachella. / hayes campbell !

it takes her a few seconds. granted, she hadn't even had the chance to look him in the eye. she's been more or less preoccupied profusely apologizing & wiping coffee droplets off her purse. there's one downside to talking with you hands – you tend to accidentally knock things over. like a stranger's coffee cup, for instance ! ugh. " i'm so sorry, i should've been nowhere near your personal bubble just then – " that's when his words make her do a double take, frown slowly dissipating. what were the chances ?? " oh my god, we did ! i mean, how could i forget, i hadn't seen that many girls collectively swoon in my life. " she smiles now, a bit more relieved that what she did just became five percent less dreadful. " hayes, right ? " & she tries her best to keep her voice lowered, preserving his privacy & her own, for that matter – this is the only situation she'll ever allow her hair to be squished by a baseball cap. " again, i'm so sorry, i usually make a better second impression than this. " she laughs, glancing back towards the coffee shop he'd exited. " can i buy you another one ? "

@neverburied

[roseguided]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 setting into her chest at the gravity of whats being said. bella could never imagine being faced with a dilemma like that one ... nor would she want to be. it felt hard enough imagining it let alone living it. the tip of her converse digs into the ground long enough to kick a rock a mere few inches forward. it takes her a moment to gather herself, to lift her head & turned toward him, brown eyes, lighter under the overcast sun peaking through clouds, settle so easily onto jasper's features. she gazes at him with some sense of wanting to understand, with empathy. before she can speak, shoulders raise in a small shrug as if communicating 'whatever i say may not be enough, but i can try.'

@neverburied said, " THERE IS NOTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD LIKE REALIZING YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE AND NOT BEING SURE YOU CAN. "

❛ jasper, ❜ his name is sighed out from her chest like the breath pushed through bella's nose. body turns, hands stuck in her pockets, more toward him so he has undivided attentions. ❛ i'm sorry you had to feel that, to deal with it when you did. ❜ comes bella's response & as expected, it feels grossly insignificant. ❛ but, ❜ bella pulls a smile onto her face in the hopes of lightening his mood. ❛ i'm glad you did. i'm glad you decided to live. for yourself, but for your family too. ❜ body gestures to inside the cullen home, ❛ alice. me, even. i-i .. i consider you a friend, y'know ? ❜

[operahouses]

the  studio is  minimalist  —  only  a  few  chosen  props :  a  sleek  leather  chesterfield ,  a  soft  floor  light ,  and  simple  backdrop .  the  setup  seems  bare  to  anyone  else ,  but  louis  knows  he  doesn’t  need  much  to  capture  @neverburied .  the  rocker’s  charismatic ,  enticing  energy  is  big  enough  to  fill  the  room  in  his  chartreuse  leather  jacket ,  silver  studs  glinting  under  the  lights ,  collar  popped  to  frame  his  pale ,  sharp  face .  dark  sunglasses  sit  low  on  his  chiseled nose ( a beloved nose ... one louis knows well , slotted against his , pressed to his cheek ) ,  and  his  golden  hair ,  tousled  just  enough ,  catches  the  light  in  a  way  that  makes  him  look  unearthly .  his  shirt  —  a  deep  purple  silk,  open  low  on  his  chest  —  reveals  smooth  alabaster  flesh  and  muscle.

lestat’s  music  fills  the  studio ,  a  haunting ,  magnetic  track  with  driving  guitar  riffs  and  a  dark ,  pulsing  beat  that’s  unmistakably  his , reminiscent of synchronous hearts .  a  small  crew  mills  around ,  clearing  the  remnants  of  the  rockstar's last  look  and  prepping  for  the  next .  makeup  artists  and  stylists  dressed  in  black  with  headsets sip  from  coffee  cups ,  chatting  softly  about  upcoming  shows  and  outfits  yet  to  debut .  a  stylist  arranges  a  row  of  accessories  —  rings ,  necklaces ,  sunglasses , and  a  few  darkened  gemstones  —  on  a  small  table ,  readying  them  for  when  lestat  decides  he  wants  a  change . there’s  a  quiet  hum  of  activity ,  punctuated  by  occasional  laughter  and  the  clink  of  a  coffee  spoon  stirring  sugar .  a  makeup  artist  carefully  cleans  brushes ,  wiping  away  dark  eyeliner  and  traces  of  glitter .  every  so  often ,  someone  glances  up ,  watching  louis  as  he  works ,  their  eyes  flitting  between  him  and  lestat ,  knowing  there’s  more  to  this  session  than  just  the  photographs.

louis  carefully  adjusts  his  lens .  his  look  is  more  understated  in  comparison  to  his  companion, lover, model .  high-waisted ,  tailored  trousers  in  deep  charcoal ,  almost  black ,  hug  louis' waist ,  accentuating  his  lean  frame .  a  fitted  black  v-neck  is  tucked  neatly  into  the  waistband .  louis'  sleeves  roll  up  to  his  elbows ,  showcasing  golden  rings of his own  and  watch .  he  looks  every  bit  the  brooding  photographer ,  perfectly  put  together  with  just  a  touch  of  edge .  circling  lestat ,  louis  snaps  shots  as  he  directs ,  ❛ tilt  your  head  a  bit …  yes ,  like  that .  hold  it  there , cher . ❜   his  voice  is  calm ,  professional ,  but  there’s  an  admiration  there , slipping through in the nickname alone .  he  adjusts  the  light,  glancing  through  his  viewfinder .  ❛ you're  perfect ,  les .  give me a little more  attitude  —  think  of  the  crowd  watchin'  you  from  the  pit  … ❜

[petitsdieu]

how do you need to be touched? ⸺ fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

stole it from... @therelentless tagging... @operahouses @neverburied / @vienamoi @drachnslayer

@luminescenc1e @jessiebites @senecalia @eritvita @tapalslegacy + YOU, do it. <3

[klaeus]

the touch evokes an odd mix of revulsion and craving for more, and if it weren't for his current goal of appearing normal, his response would have been far more visceral. as it is, however, there's a narrowing of his gaze, but otherwise he simply allows her to move him as she wishes. ❛ you would be the first in line to end me if i did start sprouting tentacles, i imagine. ❜ words given as a compliment, rather than any sort of criticism. lips slowly turning up at the corners, bemusement clear in his expression. ❛ does the homicidal look not suit me, then? here i thought it gave me an air of mystique. ❜

she keeps her eyes on him for a moment , studying him as she tries to decide if she trusts his words. the look over might pass for her just admiring said pleasant face , though. in fact , to sell it , she reaches over &* takes hold of his chin to turn his head this way &* that with an appreciative hum. ❛ no sign of tentacles just yet --- don't think you'd look nearly as handsome with those. though you do have some dried blood just there ----   ❜ an amused little huff of laughter slips her lips as her free hand is brought up to quickly lick her thumb before it's childishly used to smudge away the dark splotch to his jawline. taunting death himself was quite a way to spend her evening. ❛   there. much better. less homicidal. ❜

[screwhope]

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 ! ❞ ━━━━━━━━ ❛ then you are all 𝙨 𝙘 𝙧 𝙚 𝙬 𝙚 𝙙. ❜

# 𝐒 𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐖 𝐇 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄 ; an independent , private , mature depiction of 𝑬𝑴𝑴𝑨 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵 from 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. canon divergent ; mostly headcanon based . MINORS DNI. [ theo ━ they / them ━ 28 ━ cst ]

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; inherent good versus learned evil ; changing the course of your life ; believing in love above all else ; blind faith in people ; surviving out of spite ; &* 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄.

𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙺 𝚂 : carrd. prompts

𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚂 : 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 - @neverburied 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 : @estarion , @feylived , @saturnmused

[hechose]

even as lestat steps closer, imposing figure-- the threat on his tongue, armand still can't seem to help the way he looks at lestat. curve to lips, smirk-- humour upon features. and perhaps even a flash of wonder in his eyes. the fire, the utterly consuming storm that was lestat de lioncourt could hardly ever been looked away from, could it? armand doesn't even flinch when hand comes to chin. if anything, the ancient vampire just softens, the act in itself feeling like a mixture of confidence and mockery.

"come now, lestat. is there truly such a need for these theatrics? a few little buttons pressed and you resort to murderous threats? it reeks of insecurity. i thought you better than that."

bait. he knows it is bait. but lestat's temper has always been an easy button to press. especially for the gremlin that is armand. nicky &* claudia &* louis ---------- why is it this man seems intent on ruining everything lestat has ever made for himself ? everywhere he made progress , armand was there to knock him down again. it was a pattern he hadn't thought much of until those seventy years alone.

said temper flares in the way lestat takes a predatory step closer , height used as an advantage to tower over the other's relaxed posture. a hand raises , tilting up the others chin as his own gaze dancing along the curves &* edges of armand's face. ❛   need i remind you whose blood runs in my veins ? i will gladly show you that move i pulled with the priest , since you were kind enough to include it in your play. i always learned better through a more hands-on approach. maybe that will make it stick in your head. ❜

[vienamoi]

WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME DEAD ? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed ? were you writing a book ? were you a sleeper cell spy ? in fifty years will all this be declassified ?

a⠀private⠀&*⠀mature⠀roleplaying blog for amc's ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ⠀, as written by theo. ( 28 , they/she/he , cst ) while some book canon is taken for backstory , the show is the main source of canon , along with personal interpretations. minors not welcome. non-roleplay blogs will be blocked on sight ! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 &* 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. heavy focus on romantic relationships. ( blogroll : @neverburied )

a study of hedonism , the corruption of ones soul , the distance between man &* immortal , of wolves , of sinners , of salvation &* damnation , of confronting ones demons , of clearing ones name , of love's bonds , of fathers &* daughters , of the crushing weight of solitude , of symphonies , of soft hands turning cruel , of abandonment , of the scared dog who knows not why he bites.

I WOULD HAVE DIED FOR YOUR SINS ! ( affiliates ) : @operahouses

( carrd. ) ( prompts. )

[tea-leaf-book-reviews]

Welcome to Neverbury - Chris Lynch

I never thought I would grow to like a story collection like I did with Welcome to Neverbury, but I definitely did. It gave a spooky, Stranger Things vibe to each of the stories in the collection, leaving you wanting more every time. It’s not one story, it’s a full collection, as said above, so there is no singular narrative being played out. There is, in fact, an eldritch horror vibe in each story, but there is not one main character you follow to the end of the line. You can find your place in one or all of the stories, and if the vibe of one doesn’t suit you, moving on to the next one is a possible solution.

The best comparison I have is the Fazbear Frights: Five Nights at Freddy’s book series. Each short story in the book has it’s own storyline that sometimes ties into an overarching story, and is sometimes canon, but sometimes it’s just something off the wall that leaves you stunned. (…looking at you, Into the Pit… No one needed a fictional pregnant MatPat for their bingo card that year.) What that means, though, is that you can find the story within the collection that suits you.

Some of the stories had a lot of comedy (Looking at the Powers of Darkness hotline story for this one) and others literally left you stunned and a bit disturbed by the happenings in the town of Neverbury. There’s always something in these books to send a shiver down your spine, and anyone who knows anything about suspense knows how important of an element that is to have.

The way of speaking in the stories is not for everyone, and that, too, is ok. Looking past that will be worth it to see what happens in the stories. Getting into the stories themselves will give away too many spoilers for my liking, so with this series, I won’t do that. But if you like Stranger Things, this is up your alley. It’s definitely worth a read. I could even see this being a TV series down the line, with each episode featuring a story akin to The Twilight Zone. (There’s another great comparison. The Twilight Zone)

As someone who likes and finds classic TV highly enjoyable, I loved this book. It gave me some real classic TV vibes, and each story felt episodic. You could miss an episode and still keep track of the overall, overarching plot. I probably would have done better with this as an audiobook, that being said, because I personally struggle reading from a screen for more than a few minutes, but again, it was worth pushing past that to finish this book. 9/10 definitely recommend.

[badasschiick-blog]

  okay but should i change my url to neverburied bc ‘ but we buried her! ‘

[murkyhazed]

@neverburied

               there   is   just   a   slight   sabotage   in   picking   the   color   that   she   did.      it’s   not   ugly,   she’s   cruel   but   she’s   not   that   cruel   to   her   friends.      however   she   can’t   have   them   looking   better   than   her.      they   can’t   outshine   her,   she   won’t   let   them.      regina   is   the   queen   bee,   gretchen   and   karen   are   her   minions,   her   shadows.      they   have   to   be   hot   but   not   hotter   than   her.      hair   is   flipped   over   her   shoulder   as   she   leans   against   the   register   counter,   waiting   for   gretchen   to   make   the   purchase   so   they   can   hit   the   food   court.      she   is   dying   for   some   fries   right   now.

               ❝   that’s   because   karen’s   an   idiot.   ❞      they   all   know   it,   the   girl   is   as   bright   as   a   burnt   out   lightbulb.      karen   herself   knows   that   she’s   stupid.      it’s   a   good   thing   she’s   hot,   because   otherwise?      that   girl   would   be   going   no   where   in   life.      ❝   you’re   seriously   going   to   trust   someone   who   avoids   button   ups   because   she   can’t   put   them   through   the   holes?      get   real   gretchen.   ❞

gretchen tries to hold on to some hint of pride as she keeps her chin high under regina's thoughtful gaze. you couldn't be too sure of yourself with regina , but you also couldn't be completely insecure. never hotter than regina , but at least hotter than everyone else. she wouldn't personally have picked a lighter color , but regina knows best ! so , given her instruction , she gladly hides away in the changing room once more to put back on her skirt &* tank top , eager to not be in that dress anymore with her dysphoria. she's still hopping to put her wedges back on when she hurries out of the changing room after regina.

❛   oh , i love that ! ❜ she doesn't. ❛   you're totally right. that will bring out my eyes. maybe draw less attention to my hips. ❜ she shakes her head &* takes the dress , gaze admiring it. ❛   thank you for helping me. karen never picks the right clothes for me. ❜