the loving hand of death

in the moment when i truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment i also love him. i think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And in that very moment when i love them...i destroy them.

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hello, lovelies! my name is lenee or lee. i go by they/them pronouns.  this is a selective, private and independent low activity roleplay blog for an original solarpunk character emil kindell featuring original lore tantalus. established feb 2020.  main blog: @desafia​

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anywho i’m at @klarsynt now

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okay,, ima remake brb

[virginiewoolf]

Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City.

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@seesgood​​ sent: ❝  did you just wince?  where are you hurt?  ❞

             head shakes as an unsteady hand lifts to press his palm against her cheek,  gentle and full of affection.  his expression is significantly softened by her concern.  lips curl into a subtle smile.   ❝  i’m fine,  ❞  the deep timbre of his voice rumbles out,  quiet,  only for her.  there is a pain shooting through his leg.  it starts in his thigh and ascends up into his lower back.  but experience informs the knowledge it is not serious enough to alarm her.  ❝  i just need to get some fresh clothes and a shower,  ❞  emil promises.  his thumb lightly strokes back and forth across her cheek.  ❝  be good as new once i’m cleaned up.  ❞

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@wyhlds​ lucy sent: “  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

             ❝  what—?  ❞  confusion briefly filters across crimson stained features.  ❝  oh.  ❞  he does as commanded,  movement halting to allow her fingers to brush across his cheek.  emil blinks several times while he refocuses himself.  adrenaline is still pumping through his veins and leaves him almost disoriented,  on edge and dissociated from his body.  the touch of her sleeve to his chin is an oddly grounding,  calming sensation.  emil allows his eyes to settle on lucy.  hazel hued gaze takes in her own concentration and the blonde strands which have fallen into her own face.  it’s an instinct which has him reaching to push them from her eyes.  instead,  he leaves blood on her temple and coats those golden locks crimson.  he scowls slightly at his blunder before muttering  ❝  oops.  ❞

[chvrlesmelton]

TAKESHI KOVACS + b a c k s e a t Altered Carbon 1x01

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seesgood​: caroline forbes

she’s spent the better part of the day studying him. looking for cracks. weaknesses. something to tug at, something to unravel — and he has none. which puts her at even more of a disadvantage than she already is. but given that she’s already on his ship, that he was almost certainly sent by her father — and most certainly sent by the empire — she already knows what her fate will be once the ship docks. his type doesn’t respond to begging. the bounty on her head is worth more than the total of credits she has to her name to bargain with. her best chances are to either annoy him until he kills her himself, or pray to whatever forces in the galaxy might be listening that he has some semblance of humanity inside of him.  ❝ it’s my father. ❞  she states, voice sounding rough from the past few hours of not using it. and then screaming before that. some begging. a few sobs. but now it’s devoid of anything, and she takes care to ensure that her gaze doesn’t waver for his.  ❝ the one who placed the bounty? it’s my father. i figured if you’re going to do this, you should know what you’re doing. ❞  she pauses, swallows before continuing.  ❝ he probably told you some story about wanting to reunite. about how i was his little girl and i was…corrupted by the rebellion, or something, right? — it’s not true. he thinks i have information. ❞  this time, she does look away, eyes drifting towards the darkness outside. she hates open space.  ❝ have you ever been tortured? ❞          /          @klarsynt​   +   its psychological warfare bABY

             this is what he does.  he was raised in it,  molded and crafted for nothing else.  he doesn’t ask questions.  he leaves no trace.  he works with efficiency and forgets the job once it’s done.  and with this particular assignment,  it should be relatively easy and simple to do just that.  except this woman is causing more of a fuss than he might have expected.  he is no fool,  he could sense falsehood and selfishness in the words of the client.  but it isn’t his job to notice those things.  he isn’t paid to have a conscious.  emil doesn’t make any outward reaction while she speaks.  he probably should have put a gag on her but he didn’t think he would need one.  she’s a lot more stubborn than she looks.  emil turns his gaze away from her to check something on the navigation monitor when he speaks   ❝  yes.  ❞  he has the scars to show for it.  he imagines she must to if she’s bringing it up.  a slow breath is drawn in as emil returns his attention back to his captive.   ❝   do you?   ❞  he questions before elaborating  ❝  have information.  ❞   head tilts to the side before he leans forward,  resting his elbows on his knees.  his hands lightly clasp together as his gaze studies her for several long moments.  ❝  if you do,  you might as well give it to him to avoid said torture.  ❞  muscle in his jaw tightens then relaxes then flexes again before the tension is released altogether.  ❝  republic,  empire,  rebels—it’s all the same in the end.  nothin’ out there is worth anything to common folks.  ❞   he doesn’t know why he is telling her these things other than the idea he genuinely doesn’t think she should be working herself into such a mess.  whatever her father wants her for,  she might as well give it to him and then get the hell out of there.  no cause seems worth this kind of trouble. 

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what’s up sluts 

[everglow-ing]

Julia Butters as Claire Fitzroy and Ryan Gosling as Sierra Six THE GRAY MAN (2022) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

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the gray man was just thinly veiled emil aesthetic

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ofthclight·: princess leia organa

her feet skid to a halt when she turns the corner and sees the tall man standing there. nay — leaning. casually. as if he has not a single care in the world and as if he’s simply been waiting for her the entire time. her adventures have become increasingly more difficult since mother and father hired him. every time she thinks she’s managed to best him, he’s there. a huff leaves her as leia rolls her shoulders back and stands tall. ❝ you’re not very good at this. ❞  he let her slip out of her room without noticing, even if he did catch her before she could leave the grounds. although…she’s starting to wonder if she managed to sneak away, or if he let her sneak away. and the thought alone is enough to make her face pinch in irritation.          /          @klarsynt·   +   rip emil

             ❝  uh-huh,  ❞  he hums neutrally,  unimpressed with her assessment.  he learned very quickly that with leia one must use compromises.  if he made it more difficult for her to slip away from her chambers,  it would only strengthen her determination.  there is an unrelenting stubbornness in this girl he is sure will be useful for something one day.  right now,  it’s a nuisance.  ❝   alright kid,  i can either escort you back now or i take you wherever it is you’re trying to sneak off to this time,  ❞  he presents her options.  it helps to give choices.  most people get a little less ruffled when they’re allowed to get some of what they want.  ❝   either way,  you’re not gettin’ any further than this alone.   ❞   and he is certain she would still try if there was a way to get past him.  luckily,  he still has the advantage of stature.  god only knows this will get worse in her teen years if she doesn’t grow out of it.  

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emil in stranger things verse would just be endless stressed out dad noises

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His slutty looks and abandonment issues have captivated me

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what is emil's body count ( murder count ) then ?

that’s classified @acipaer 

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@seesgood asked me what emil’s body count is and now i’m here 

[lukaskyle-moved]

ALTERED CARBON | 1.08 “Clash by Night”