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[worldfathered-a]

boningzone replied to your post: [[MOR] 

Why we mad at amc? I mean. Agreed they did us wrong on marathon days but. What else they do?

this

[minesfound]

&&. CONNECTIONS /  JESSICA & JOSHUA FT. @boningzone

[diligenttmarchived-blog]

  IF  YOU  COULD  LET  ME  IN,  I’LL  BE  GOOD  TO  YOU.

[roleplay-salt]

“Shoutout to @boningzone for being all around great. They are welcoming and patient and actually open to just about anyone. But even better than that, they get their muse SO WELL! you get the feeling that they just love their muse, no need to pretend to hate them or downplay how much they love the character. their love of Josh Washington is downright infectious and I'm happy to have discovered the Until Dawn fandom through them.“

[warringpeace]

for @boningzone muse: s.maug / verse: u.ntil d.awn au

The miners had dug too deep.

Smaug had slumbered for eons: a forgotten RELIC from a world that no longer existed. Elves and dwarves and hobbits all passed out of knowledge of Men, but he had endured. The mountain remained both home and tomb, but now, he roared his displeasure at having his treasures removed. Old spirits haunted the mountain as well, but it wasn’t until they found new vessels that they were covered in his fiery inferno.

And so things stood with him and the wendigos.

The wendigos weren’t the only ones on the mountain; there was a family that had settled there as well. He never saw them; that is, until he heard the frantic scrabbling of hands on rock. The dragon slithered down the passageway, finding himself standing in front of a boy in overalls. A low, rumbling growl formed in his throat, his lips rising to bare sharp teeth.

[exheather2-blog]

[ sms → johnny from camp? ] oh, don’t play coy.  [ sms → johnny from camp? ] heather duke. summer camp. melted chocolate EVERYWHERE. 

@boningzone ( x )

[infantiicide]

@boningzone​ liked this for a starter.

Typical day, Typical bullshit. Nothing interesting ever happened in Derry...well except the missing kids, but even that became dull for the lanky brunette. His mind always wondered what sick fuck was doing it, but even then...it caused the cops to not pay attention as much-- Sure there was a curfew, but Patrick was never the type to play by the rules even if that meant he got picked up by a pig and taken home. His mother wouldn’t do anything, nor would her latest boyfriend. If anyone was scared of him, it was those two. Though the woman would never admit it, she had a feeling Patrick had murdered her infant son Avery--but there wasn’t anything to go on, no proof and she had this sinking feeling that if she did anything, she’d meet the same fate. The thought she shared with her boyfriend which he dismissed until he met Patrick for the same time...things haven’t been the same since.

With nothing going on, Patrick found himself wandering in the woods, switchblade in hand. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, only that he’d know when he saw it and luckily enough that came in the form of a deer who had been caught in a bear-trap. It was a rather glorious sight, the amount of blood--the stillness as the animal saw him, Patrick wondered if the animal thought he was going to help it. Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the case, instead the lanky male reacts by kicking the animal onto it side, a shrill pained noise leaving the deer as it thrashed for a moment only to grow defeated by its current situation.

“S-Shh..” Patrick whispers as he kneels down, his eyes studying the creature slowly as he released the latch for his knife. In a sick display he begins to poke and prod the animal, sticking the knife into it with little expression.

[femmeveined-a]

boningzone replied to your post “boningzone replied to your post “pop quiz what muse am i thinking of...”

Yellow Heather?

burnsidcd

A Heather?

HER NAME IS HEATHER MAC YALL DON’T BE R U D E