#thatgraveobsession

[posterchildofprogress]

thatgraveobsession started following you

"You again?" Shilo all but gasped. As her surprise faded, she couldn't help a soft laugh. "Funny... I almost asked if you were real again. It's been a while... I'd almost forgotten."

[daddys-girl-isa-fucking-mon-blog]

The feeling of cold stone against her pale skin was a sharp reminder of just where Shilo was. “Things you see in the graveyard~” She kept her soprano notes just under her breath, as if singing any louder would wake the dead…. But wasn’t that what she wanted? Slender fingers splayed over engraved marble, every edge and dip memorized by now. Nathan Wallace. This was a tomb. The tomb that held her mother and father. She sometimes retreated here, when not even Graverobber’s strong arms could hold the world away. She would run here to the dark, quiet graves of her parents to lay across the slab labeled with her father’s name and cry. Just cry for minutes, hours, days. What she wouldn’t give to silently rot away, nestled into the space between the grave markers… Especially these days. Recently, the call of death was so strong. So tempting. Slipping into a numb, weightless darkness never to wake again was becoming an increasingly appealing option.

[wingsandcoffins]

A little Toxic box and a Grave find.

Not so much as a metal box, but Toxie's bed every night. She found it herself after a bad fall through a mausoleum floor. She found herself in a little room, and decided to call it home.

After clearing out off of the dead, cleaning up a bit, and installing a ladder to get out, it became her new secret home with an amazing coffin to sleep in.

She made sure she covered up the hole in the mausoleum very well, so that no one else would find her little home, but she always worried that other grave robbers would be snooping around, but she hoped her pet bat would be enough to scare them off.

It was nearly three in the morning, the witching our of the day, and she was cleaning up a bit when she herd a noise above in the mausoleum. She quietly cursed and climbed into her coffin, shutting it quietly and folding her arms as they did back in the days with the dead, secluding her knife under them. "Ready or not, you find me you might die..." She said quietly and waited for the intruder to leave or discover her.

[itsquickitscleanitspure]

Amber, Angel...

Way to make me blush ladies holy shit :)

[itsquickitscleanitspure]

♥

Well now that’s sure something unnerving. Though I guess I really do love myself…

[whynotaddressthedanger-blog]

Have You Come To Hear The Final Song?

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twained

Mag turned, surprised to see a visitor back stage just before her show.  Were they guests of Rotti, or something else?  Still unsure, the soprano decided to be polite.  Offering her best impression of a smile - though still strained.  Scanning them with her radiant zydrate blue eyes.

"Oh, hello there. I'm afraid the Opera won't be for another few weeks. Is there anything I could help you with?"

[a-scorpions-tailarchived]

[daddys-girl-isa-fucking-mon-blog]

FORGET THE FUCKING SLOTH.