hauntscreation

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

[hauntscreation]

give this post a like and i’ll follow you on the new blog :)

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[hauntscreation]

so, here’s the deal... i will probably be remaking in the upcoming few days and making it extremely private, almost friends-only. when the time comes, i will be updating with a post, but i just need a private space to write in. so, tl;dr: hiatus almost over!

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[hauntscreation]

i miss u guys n i miss writing here :(

#it's just been really hard w/ all this irl stuff happening #u can find me on discord for plotting or writing #i just can't take the publicity of tumblr atm #◟🌙 » 𝐢. ooc. ◝

[hauntscreation]

ok, official hiatus notice.

#i'll be back in a bit #i just had a very stressful period and need to breathe #my creativity plummets during times like these #◟🌙 » 𝐢. ooc. ◝

[hauntscreation]

imagine the outsider writing your muse poetry....

#tbt.

[hauntscreation]

answering old asks.   »   @tornfalse​ asked:

“   the  price  we  paid  is  unbelievable .   ” / from caleb

   𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂.   it’s undeniable  ;   nothing could justify the sheer trauma that they’d been subjected to, horrors of flesh and blood one couldn’t swallow  ——  nightmares which chased them even as sunlight painted the corners of the rooms they slept in, respectively ;  despite its truth being carved into his skin, the outsider wasn’t keen on remembering  —  or even acknowledging  —  the suffering they shared and understood.  the hands folded neatly behind his back tightened its grip on themselves, ceasing the twitching of his fingers.  

   ❝  it’s admirable that you still stand.  ❞   an undertone of irony and sarcasm is lacking in this statement, sincerity bleeding into every word he speaks.  it wasn’t vulnerability, this  ...  it was honesty.   ritual sacrifice and cultist experimentation weren’t easy topics to talk about.  burning agony  &  bleeding hopelessness made it difficult to recall his own experience without an ache deep within his chest.  he swallowed, his eternal black gaze for once averting the man he was talking to.

    and now he struggles to find the right words.  the outsider, known for the endless speeches at a poorly lit shrine, couldn’t quite figure out the most appropriate response.  what was there to say ?   he knew little about caleb beyond his justifiable rage and the shared trauma between them, piquing his curiosity in a manner difficult to express without possibly provoking negative emotions.  dread’s talons began to dig its tips into the flesh of his chest, curling between muscle and bone.   there was no option but to involve any semblance of emotion, a woefully objective thing, and it terrified him.  this quiet lingered on and on and on, until ——

   ❝   and   ...  you didn’t deserve for that to happen to you.  ❞  

#tornfalse #◟🌙 » 𝐢. answered. ◝ #this took soooo long but omg #i had to #reply to it anyway #i hope i didn't read it wrong...

[hauntscreation]

i think i’m just gonna reply to things in my inbox whenever i want because i’m terribly slow but still very interested in answering some asks. so if i ever randomly @ you in an ask you sent weeks/months ago/don’t remember sending, that’s why :)

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[hauntscreation]

10 days until outsider’s birthday 😳

#tbd.

[hauntscreation]

ummmm au where ur muse grew up alongside the outsider & possibly was friends w/ him until he was sacrificed and then .... they reunite after he becomes a god 😳

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[hauntscreation]

thinking about how anything and everything the outsider grew up with — roughly 2200 bc.  — no longer exists. so much knowledge he was taught as a child was nullified by science and technology as well as a reform of society & how that functions, causing whatever places / practices he may consider ‘childhood nostalgia’ to disappear...

#◟🌙 » 𝐢. ooc. ◝ #:'(

[hauntscreation]

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅,

Their hands slowed to a stop as they considered their answer, the strip of leather they’d been winding around the handle of a blade slowly falling slack. “It..is not easy,” they started, lifting their head to him, “Talos is far from hospitable. Winters are long and summers are harsh, but…” Bloodhound regarded him curiously–warmly, almost; their goggles glinted in the evening light. “The reward is well worth the risk.”

  ❝  it sounds as if living itself might be a trial, here.  ❞  despite its tendency to wander, the outsider’s gaze remained fixated ‘pon bloodhound for once, his curiosity stronger than the impulsive behavior he allowed.  there was something there which triggered memories  ——  their ways caused a reminisce unlike anyone else, the long - forgotten habits of millennia ago.  it pulled him in.  they pulled him in.  head tilted, lowered as he spoke.  ❝  what are its rewards to you ?  ❞

#trackr #◟🌙 » 𝐢𝐢𝐢. verse : apex legends. ◝