as sleek as the words you speak...

gentlemen, your ( temptress ) has arrived – she's perfectly disguised in black and white with dollar signs and dotted lines. with my hands upon her hips, the notion of a kiss – the candle's lit, i can't commit, the feather's dipped in ink. a tattoo that never heals... she's asking me to sign right here.

[blxxdmxney]

seo-mina:

“No no, I– I’m fine. Just… this puppy looked really sad and I wanted to take him home but I… I couldn’t. I don’t have the time.”

“ in the us, approximately 7.6 million animals enter a shelter each day. of those, around 3.9 million are dogs. there will be, and currently are, many more like him. ”

[tiffany--yang-blog]

Walking along the many shops, Tiffany gaze fell upon the different dresses displayed at one particular boutique. Her head shook lightly as dark hues skimmed over the dark red dress on the mannequin, the lace details, the way it fit around the waist; it caused Tiffany’s dark lips to curl into a light smile. “Now this is the type of dress a woman that killed her own husband, to inherit all his money, would wear.” Her arms crossed in front it her chest before she cocked her head to the side. “I want it.”

[blxxdmxney]

olivia had continued her self-appointed job: observe the town as it was, observe the townspeople as they were. it was a sociological experiment, she supposed, and it’d be helpful to the chain in the long run. there was a strip, one she’d yet to survey, with a few shops that the townspeople would likely consider ‘many shops.’ as she walked through the strip, she overheard a woman talking to herself. what an opportunity! looking at the dress, she replied, “ it should be lighter. dark implies guilt, light implies purity. ”

[imsxth]

“Can I help you? You’re in my way.” Seth said, his voice soft and sweet, brown eyes focused on a crack in the sidewalk, not looking the stranger in the eyes. 

[blxxdmxney]

olivia looked at the other for a moment, then let a slight smirk appear. “ studies have shown that men unconsciously believe that women should step to the side. ”

[blxxdmxney]

text -> open

Sawyer: u kno i love u right?

Sawyer: like A LOT

Sawyer: you're super hot. I'd totes bang you

Olivia: Indeed.

Olivia: This is the wrong number.

[dwatsk-blog]

“ gotta nice… sturdy handshake… “ drew trailed off awkwardly, stuffing her hands in her bedazzled coverall pockets and into her pocket crocs. “ negatory, do i really look like someone who’s bio-mother wasn’t addicted to some kind of substance ??? “ drew laughed ( a bit self-deprecating tbh but you won’t catch me saying that ) and shrugged. “ she’s actually pretty famous around town, she’s the lady who lives in the twisty slide in the local children’s park. “

[blxxdmxney]

while there was a possibility that olivia, quite literally, had no heart, it was anatomically there; it was simply covered in soot and ten sizes too small ( the doctors agreed ). rumor has it that the only way to dust off the soot for a second it to compliment something involving her poise. “ thank you, ” ( how foreign! ) “ a firm handshake is, indeed, one of the best ways to impress. ” some may also say that olivia has absolutely no sense of humor. they, too, were right in a way ( the doctors agreed ); you see, she had the psychological ability, but it was also covered in soot. a lot was covered in soot. save her. however, after you compliment olivia’s handshake... boy howdy! “ ah yes, i do believe i’ve heard of her. she’s been deemed the ‘grumpy old troll,’ yes? ”

[blxxdmxney]

what's your greatest accomplishment?

no matter past accomplishments, something bigger, something far more, is always behind the corner.

[blxxdmxney]

person you'd kill without a doubt?

‘without a doubt’ does not exist in any realm. everyone’s first kill is always done with doubt, including some of the most infamous in human history. a thirst for blood is what’s only realized after a man takes his knife, his force, his gun to somebody for the first time in his life. he either realizes he’s found a new drug, or he’s made a grave mistake.

[blxxdmxney]

[blxxdmxney]

[areumbby-deactivated20191213]

“oh my goodness, i guess i just never really sat down and thought about that? it makes so much sense though. so the concept of time kind of is just created by people, more or less?” areum was quiet for a moment as she thought of the explanation the woman gave her. “this may sound silly, but did you hear that somewhere or did you kind of just figure it out yourself?” she wondered with a smile.

[blxxdmxney]

“ indeed. there’s no one who could’ve started it, sans us humans. any deity hadn’t the power to make us decide, the sun never told us that, when it sets, we must lay down. time, age – they’re both made by humans, as are most things we consider ‘natural,’ ” she replied. the concept had always intrigued olivia – then again, anything involving humans creating what people mistake as ‘natural’ always had. that was what she grew up believing. “ i was raised in a scientific turned corporate environment. you choose. ”

[dwatsk-blog]

 “ off ??? pure blasphemy. my lean happens to be quite on, thank you very much. the more steep, the more peep. “ what the hell is she even talking about ??? the blonde pushed herself off of the wall ( ninety-five percent gracefully, might i add ) and stepped forward with quite the swagger. “ drew but sometimes people call me danny, “ she held out her hand with a cheeky grin, “ i like your hair it reminds me of my non-alcoholic mother. she was from japan so that’s about the only similarity but it’s a welcome one.” 

[blxxdmxney]

“ ‘blasphemy,’ ” olivia repeated, unsure of what to focus on. every single thing that came out of her counterpart’s mouth was, to quote the woman, pure blasphemy. “ olivia, ” she replied, keeping her statement as short as possible... so the other couldn’t go off on another tangent. she grasped onto the other woman’s hand and shook it, then withdrew. what the hell was she dealing with? “ shall i assume the ‘non-alcoholic’ mother was not your biological mother? ” olivia as a japanese woman... amazing.

[dwatsk-blog]

“ – come here often ?? “ complete with an awkward wink and a lean against the wall. oh my god, the distance from the blonde to the wall was extremely overestimated. well… she started, now she can’t just stop now. she’s already comitted to the lean. the self proclaimed free stylist is now leaning at a completely fifty degree angle, attempting ( and probably failing ) to look suave. this is so, so sad and so, so awkward for both parties.

[blxxdmxney]

from the moment her counterpart began speaking, olivia could tell the conversation the other was attempting was setting her up for failure. who used the line ‘come here often?’ any longer? it was simply worsened by the woman’s 50º lean. it was all olivia could do to not immediately leave, but she had a reputation she needed to build around the town. “ you realize that the degree of your lean is quite off, yes? ”

[bundybarbie]

“did you ever have that one sport you were super obsessed with, when you were younger? mine was baseball… oh, i remember when i thought i’d be smashing balls for a living!”

[blxxdmxney]

“ i was never one to partake in sport. it always seemed to be a waste of limited time in my mind, and it continues to be. ”

[areumbby-deactivated20191213]

Isn’t it crazy to think that as you get older time seems to just go by faster? Like when you’re two or five it seems like everything is just at a standstill, but by the time you’re twenty four it seems like minutes and hours literally get faster. If only there was a way to like, slow it down again, you know? What I would do for that.

[blxxdmxney]

“ not exactly. you see, there is an explanation behind the sensation of time moving slower when you’re young and faster as you mature. when you’re two, your life has been much shorter. the fraction that reaches towards your lifespan is likely large. when you’re twenty-four, it begins closing in. when you’re sixty-eight, a year is essentially a day. if you’re lucky enough to make it to past the average lifetime, your year is an hour. it’s in the fractions. there is a large margin between two and seventy; the margin decreases as you grow older. ”

[amirlbr-deactivated20160819]

*:･ﾟ✧ the boy was gazing at the sky as though he was waiting for something to descend. there were clouds in the sky, but not storm or rain clouds. he grinned when he spotted the small toy helicopter. “ finally, it flies. ” he’d been working on this for way too long, and he was tired of the constant failures. amir placed the small remote down, and picked up the toy.  “ still need some tweaks…hm.. ” he turned his head from the small gadget,  “ did you see it flying? i was just wondering because i’ve been working on this for a while and i wanted to hear someone else’s opinion. do you think it’s good? ”

[blxxdmxney]

olivia had been watching the man’s behavior as he began an attempt to make the toy fly. engineering. she’d never been too fond of that side of the scientific spectrum, rather indulging herself in the studies of human modification and vivisection through the journals her father had written. there seemed to be, however, one thing he could never figure out: how to perfectly utilize chimeras. strange science, strange biology, but science, nonetheless. approaching the man as he questioned her about his helicopter, she replied, “ indeed. it appears you’ve put plenty of effort into this; unfortunately, effort cannot take the place of success, it simply assuages those who’ve reached an undesirable outcome. do you believe you’ve succeeded? ”

[blxxdmxney]

endless forms most beautiful.

“ we are the solution. ” ( x )

(TRIGGERS: mentions of early death)

1995

it was a game of untainted love, and that was the only way she’d wish for it at the time. in future years to come, she’d look back on it; she’d kill for what could’ve been terrible parental figures, simply so she could look back without feeling, but that was in the future. she was in the now.

“ ‘none but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. in other studies, you go as far as others have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and knowledge,’ ” isaac read aloud, eyebrows active as he read each coming word. 

there were scribbles in the margins of the book, something that seemed to be a code, and multiple high-lighted and underlined passages. there was no way olivia could digest the words her father spoke with her eyes placed upon the symbols. finally, she broke isaac’s speech as he tried to go onto the next paragraph. “ daddy, what are those? ” she questioned, finger on the scribblings. 

isaac looked down from the book and towards her, rubbing the bridge of his nose and proceeding to slide his glasses up. furrowing his eyebrows, he attempted to sidestep. “ doodles. ”

“ –why would you doodle inside a book? ” olivia knew very well that her father was an intellectual, as was her mother. neither would risk distracting themselves from their sources of learning if not for a purpose.

she was young. did she even so much as have the capacity to tell anyone without it sounding like childish nonsense? unlikely. sighing, he looked back down at her and replied, “ code, my darling. ”

“ for what? ” she asked, eyes scanning him.

“ it’s... something that your mother and i have sworn to secrecy, love. if i dare tell you, i fear it will no longer only be our lives that are in jeopardy, but yours too. ” honesty, honesty given to an eight year old. a truth that could strike fear into her heart. a truth she’d have to live with.

“ daddy, what is it? ”

“ i – ”

“ father, please. ”

“ very well; however, you must follow me first. ”

she attempted to protect, but wound up right behind him as they walked into a room she’d yet to see. the secrets their home held – it was as though a ghost was behind every book. 

shutting the door behind him, he met victoria’s eyes with his own, then glanced down towards olivia. “ she knows about the code, victoria. she longs to know more. she knows what’s at risk, i’ve taken her out of earsh– ”

“ isaac, what were you thinking, you bloody oaf? you’ve just led her into something more than any eight year old can handle. ”

“ victoria, you and i have both always known that she’s not ‘any eight year old.’ she’s far more – she’s our child, our blood. we raised her. she’s the product of our teaching. victoria, she’s egolution bred. she needs to know at some point, why not now? ”

victoria paused for but a brief moment, eyes narrowing as she contemplated the pros and cons. essentially, there were no pros or cons in the end. “ very well, isaac. bring her in. ”

with that, isaac opened the door to what may’ve been their safe room, bolts and locks all around. “ olivia, please come in. ”

as she walked in, he proceeded to lock all of the bolts behind him. “ egolution, ” he began, a simple word to say, but a grand concept. “ the controlled evolution of oneself. you must understand before i go any further, olivia, that there are people who know of this – who know of us – and who are ruthless. they believe this concept to be outlandish, to be something wrong. if we go further, they will know you. they will know your name, they will know your relation, and you will be in grave danger. are you sure you would like to know? ”

egolution, not evolution. ego. it did cause brief thought on her part, but she ended up nodding. “ yes. ”

“ very well, ” the matriarch replied. “ isaac, let me take the reigns on this one. ”

he nodded, well-aware that victoria was far better with words than he.

“ egolution, my dear, works in a way that implies it is far more dangerous than it is. you see, egolution involves human modification and vivisection. after one is brought back from the dead, they appear to be stronger than ever before. some believe it is simply placebo, most think otherwise, ” she began, raising an eyebrow. “ human modification is one of our more utilized processes. humans will do anything to believe they’re perfect, or to believe they’re healing themselves. isaac, the file, ” she continued, nodding her head towards a table in the corner of the room.

when the file was in her hands, she pulled out various images to show olivia. among them were people with unnatural eyes, people with tattoos of an eye that seemed to be the symbol, people with lines down their faces, people with magnets of some sort of another hovering beneath their fingers like some sort of magic trick, people who simply appeared to be different... in the strangest, yet most beautiful, of ways.

“ they have evolved themselves. they have come back from the dead. they are stronger than ever. the code in your father’s book is the perfect formula for bringing those who have chosen vivisection back to life in a safer, stronger way than ever. however, there are those who are under the impression that it’s necromancy, that it’s devilish. there are those who are out for us. ”

there was a still in the air, very noticeable, before olivia spoke up again.

“ what does this mean for you? ”

“ why... we’re not quite sure yet, ” isaac responded.

“ we’ll have to wait and see, ” victoria tacked on.

however, they all knew very well what it meant: an inevitably early death.

[doctorjvng-blog]

“ — seemingly, being in this town makes me feel 10 years younger.”

[blxxdmxney]

“ i suppose it does have that certain... ‘charm’ as of now. it’s fairly stagnant, fairly stuck in the past... ”