ᵂᴴᴵᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴼᵂᴱᴿ , ᴴᴱᴵᴿ

DON'T   YOU   FORGET      ⸺      WHO   I   AM   .

[montagvs]

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BUT HERE 「 . . . 」 WITH HIS PULSE THREADING THROUGH HIS CHEST BEATING EVEN RHYTHM ONTO HERS, HE WAS JUST A BOY 「 . . . 」 JUST A BLOODY, BEATING HEART THAT COULD BE CUT OUT AT ANY MOMENT BY A BLADE SHARP ENOUGH.

LOW ACTIVITY WRITING BLOG FEATURING ⁽ ⋆ ⁾ THE WHITE FLOWER HEIR, ROMAN NIKOLAEVICH MONTAGOV, FORMER WHITE FLOWER GANGSTER OF THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS. LOVER, TRAITOR, HUSBAND ⅋ FATHER. FATE INTERTWINED WITH @DOROGAVA.

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ive been peer pressured if u read this my rules r coming soon i just cba rn

[montagvs]

okkk but extending roma into different verses is gna be kind of easy as i can kinda rip him out of shanghai and place the montagovs in their home country for some verses and i can also have him as the defected / suspected deceased heir of the white flowers and now working as a gun manufacturer and trader as is his canon sooo :] i'd be reluctant to take him out of shanghai but perhaps making it so he has more solid ties to family / other organisations within russia for the sake of verses that aren't related to his canon

[montagvs]

roma shut the fuck up

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —    ‘   YOU   ’   (   SEASON  ONE   )   SENTENCE  STARTERS .

*   starters  from  the  lifetime   &   netflix  series  ‘   you   ’ ,   based  on  a  novel  by  caroline  kepnes .   warnings  for  sex ,   violence ,   stalking ,   &  swearing .

‘  you’re  a  drug .  you  are  worse  than  pills .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  the  absolute  best  that  i  could .  ’

‘  you  don’t  love  me .  you  never  loved  me .  it  was  a  lie .  it  was  all  a  lie .  ’

‘  if  he  came  anywhere  close  to  making  you  cum ,  you  would’ve  made  a  broadway  show  out  of  it .  but  you  didn’t ,  cause  he  didn’t .  ’

‘  you  fall  for  the  wrong  men .  you  let  them  in .  you  let  them  hurt  you .  ’

‘  hey ,  uh ,  can  you  help  me  open  a  couple  of  bottles ?  i  have  butterfingers  ‘cause  earlier  i  was  touching  butter .  ’

‘  well ,  that  was  a  mistake …  never  again .  ever .  ’

‘  i’m  glad  we  met .  i’m  glad  we’re  friends ?  ’

‘  friends ?  for  the  love  of  christ …  ’

‘  they  say  girls  with  daddy  issues  are  really  good  in  bed .  ’

‘  it’s  okay .  i  have  a  pretty  bland  face .  ’

‘  you  are  insane  to  move  in  with  her  this  quickly .  you  barely  know  her .  ’

‘  you  love  who  you  love  and  love  tells  you  what  to  do ,  easy - peasy .  ’

‘  i  think  only  an  idiot  tries  what  you  just  pulled .  ’

‘  uh ,  who  the  fuck  is  this ?  ’

‘  why  would  i  want  to  kill  him ?  who  wants  to  kill  people ?  ’

‘  i’ve  seen  enough  romantic  comedies  to  know  guys  like  me  are  always  getting  into  jams  like  this .  ’

‘  from  every  boy  masquerading  as  a  man  that  you  let  into  your  body ,  your  heart ,  you  learned  you  didn’t  have  whatever  magic  turns  a  beast into  a  prince .  ’

‘  you  surrounded  yourself  with  the  girls  you  always  resented ,  hoping  to  share  their  power ,  and  hating  yourself .  ’

‘  stay  away  from  them ,  because  if  you  don’t ,  i’ll  grab  a  steak  knife  and  i’ll  cut  those  little  freak  eyes  out .  ’

‘  hey  stranger .  you  drool  in  your  sleep .  so  cute .  ’

‘  at  the  end  of  the  day ,  people  really  are  disappointing ,  aren’t  they ?  ’

‘  do  you  think  i’m  unremarkable ?  ’

‘  unremarkable  people  don’t  worry  about  being  unremarkable .  ’

‘  you  sound  apologetic ,  like  you’re  embarrassed  to  be  a  good  girl .  ’

‘  in  the  end ,  you  couldn’t  love  me .  i  feel  at  peace  with  that  now  because  i  loved  you  the  absolute  best  that  i  could .  ’

‘  how  can  self - respecting  women  tolerate  this  crap ?  ’

‘  sometimes  i  swear  i’m  the  only  real  feminist  you  know .  ’

‘  turns  out ,  it  is  like  the  movies .  the  second  it’s  over ,  all  you  can  remember  is  the  stuff  that  made  you  fall  in  love .  blazing  through  your  mind ,  this  rom - com  montage  made  of  the  sweetest  poison .  ’

‘  it’s  a  miracle  love  ever  happens ,  if  it’s  not  a  myth .  ’

‘  if  the  zombies  come ,  this  is  where  i’m  hiding .  ’

‘  it  scares  me  to  love  someone  so  completely  and  not  have  them  love  you  back .  ’

‘  i’m  only  going  to  ask  this  once  and  i  need  the  truth .  are  you …  or  were  you  ever  fucking  them ?  answer  me .  ’

‘  everything  i  have  done ,  i  have  done  for  you .  even  this .  ’

‘  grown - ups  are  assholes .  ’

‘  he  didn’t  ever  get  her  something  that  nice  and  she  finally  let  him  do  anal .  ’

‘  some  guys  are  assholes  and  you  just  have  to  realize  that .  ’

‘  he  tried  to  finger  bang  me  at  the  bar .  ’

‘  he  is  nothing .  he  is  trash .  ’

‘  you’re  the  one  who  told  me  to  keep  reminding  you  that  he’s  a  bastard .  ’

‘  the  most  valuable  things  in  life  are  usually  the  most  helpless .  ’

‘  runner’s  high  is  better  than  sex .  and  for  some  it  may  last  longer .  ’

‘  i’m  starting  to  think  i’m  some  kind  of  magnet  for  dudes  with  serious  issues .  ’

‘  are  you  not  wearing  a  bra ?  and  you  want  me  to  notice .  ’

‘  male  energy  in  my  healing  space  just …  isn’t  optimal .  ’

‘  why  do  men  think  disembodied  members  equal  foreplay ?  you  know ,  they’re  not  aesthetically  pleasing .  ’

‘  it’s  exhausting  being  your  friend !  ’

‘  if  that’s  the  case  i  should  warn  you  i  have  the  facial  thing  where  i  can’t  hide  what  i’m  thinking .  ’

‘  how  the  hell  am  i  supposed  to  be  great  with  you  being  gone  if  you’re  really  gone ?  ’

‘  find  that  brilliant  badass  inside  of  you  and  believe  in  her .  i  know  i  do .  ’

‘  some  people  have  a  hard  time  letting  love  in .  some  people  are  built  for  love .  some  people …  some  people  are  searching ,  searching  for  someone  who  can  love  them  in  the  way  that  they  deserve .  ’

‘  it’s  a  horrible  feeling  to  know  things  have  gone  wrong  and  there’s  nothing  you  can  do  to  change  it .  ’

‘  i  love  you  too ,  creeper .  ’

‘  why’re  you  so  sad ?  you’re  just  so  sad .  ’

‘  sometimes  i  could  swear  i’ve  known  you  forever .  ’

‘  britney  got  through  2007  though ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  who  i  am .  so  how  am  i  supposed  to  know  what  i  want ?  ’

[montagvs]

i just know roma is a "my wife" this "my wife" that kind of guy .... SICK FREAK!!!!!!!!

[montagvs]

the day i find a face for roma is the day i lay myself in the earth for peaceful eternal rest

[existential-celestial]

Kaz Brekker in Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

[dorogava]

happy valentine’s day, marry me.

slender arms wrapped around her lover's shoulders, digits absentmindedly brushing through soft tufts. she laughed, firstly. out of amusement, out of disbelief — they were no strangers to marriage proposals regardless of its abruptness. their life had been full of daydreams and talks of a life where they could freely be husband and wife. juliette longed for it, felt it in the depths of her heart. “ when and where ? ” she teased, slightly standing on toes to better meet his height, lashes casting a faint shadow over the apples of her cheeks. “ under the stars and the moon ? in the tunnels ? or in the confines of our bed ? ” she purposely tugged him down closer. “ are we cheesy enough to wed on the national and capitalistic day of love ? ”

[existential-celestial]

Jude Duarte in The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

[dorogava]

@montagvs​  ,          [    comb    ]       comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair.

too easy,   she thinks.    the sun had just begun to set beneath the dusk of muted skies,   save for the bleed of city lights faintly glimmering through the fog.    the city still breathes,   its heartbeat loud and strong as it reverberates with a steady pulse         —         it’s indistinct,   almost too subtle,   but those who know it,   know it well.    can never escape its presence.    the world had continued without a care for the silence of two prominent figures,   tucked away and hidden in a deluded sense of security.    no sounds of alarm,   no echoes of a life being snatched by the whip of a bullet.    too easy.    to breathe without an anvil weighing down her lungs is a luxury she isn’t sure she’s allowed,   not just yet.    maybe not ever.    she can feel the metallic edge of the hilted blade against her upper thigh,   just discreetly cloaked by the skirt of her dress.    and even despite the persistent practice of awareness,   the continuous and skillful maneuver of obsidian locks tempts her into a lull,   into a deeply coveted indulgence.

lashes flutter as she forces a sharp inhale,   hips shifting the slightest against the duvet,        “  this is a scheme of yours,   isn’t it ?    lure me into a sense of calmness.    have me lose my inhibitions.  ”        her voice is quieter,   lazier.    she means to chastise him but it comes out as anything but.    and then she releases the air she’d been holding in her lungs,   like a pocket of adrenaline meant to be saved for emergencies        —         it’s slow,   a steady stream of relief.    she sinks further into the bed,   head in his lap like a child seeking comfort and warmth.    the inn’s mattress is not nearly as suiting as her own,   but it makes a better option than the hardness of blood - soaked grounds.    this was their space of deluded safety.          “  the door is locked,   right ?  ”    her hand rests over the side of his abdomen,   pad of her finger trailing upwards towards his chest,   lining at the crevices of his shirt.          “  imagine getting caught this way.  ” 

[kyliezenik]

ships where the guy is like “touch her and you die” but the girl is also like “touch him and you die” >>>

[marsheo]

HE MOVED LIKE THE WORLD WAS ON THE VERGE OF ENDING. x

lit. priv. sel. MARSHALL SEO of chloe gong’s THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS franchise.

[montagvs]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸     :                    𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁     ⚔     toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,   hot  temper,  old  jeans,  heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewellery, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos,  backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷       ⚔     homemade  bread,  white  lies,  easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek,  pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies,  following  dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila, loves  easily,  animated  storyteller,  full  of  comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶   ⚔     list  of  wishes,    biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and  neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts,  formal  clothing,  astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids,  speaking  up  for  friends,  feathers, motivational  quotes,  vivid  dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷     ⚔       bird  watching,  shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin,  bare  feet,  thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair,  naming potted  plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅     ⚔       goose  bumps,  leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks, no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets,  combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars,  table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves,  trusts  themselves  the  most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾     ⚔       always  trying  to  be  better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks,  nostalgia,  minimalist  design, breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁       ⚔      school  uniforms, thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the  windows  open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,  compasses,  i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens,  cold  morning  air,  big  soul,  likes  routine,  secret  romantic,  last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty  weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅     ⚔       herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips,  collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives,  first  impressions,  anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,   messenger  bags,  holding  grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸       ⚔      flirtatious  sarcasm, candid  photos,  lost  phone  chargers,  adrenaline  rush,  picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses,   eats  nothing  or  everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅       ⚔       infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine,  lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations,  sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books,  blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾     ⚔       knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  keysmashing,  need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art,  flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary,  indecisions,  scented  candles,  studying  alone  in  a  café,  lingering  touches,  museum  dates,  unanswered  questions,  taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections,  chalk  dust,  comfy  robes, unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long  day.

tagged,    @vicioushope (thank u loml) tagging: @benedkt,     @rosalang,     @marsheo     +     @dorogava​ <3

[montagvs]

@benedkt​     ›    “  on a scale of one to ten,     how screwed are we?  ”

roma hums in lieu of a response,      pinching bandages together and securing them with the last pin,     fetched from benedikt’s own mouth as he had demanded his cousin hold them there to keep him from talking.     his features twist into an expression they are both well-versed in detecting.     a brief flash of worry before roma shrugs his shoulders,     looking at the blood already seeping through cotton and pushing away the urge to poke at it just to get back at benedikt for his stupidity.         ❛  if lord montagov were to find out,  ❜     lips purse in thought with an amused raise of his brow.          ❛  eleven.     if we contain this and see that those scarlets pay for the blood they had you spill before he wakes tomorrow . . .     two,     three at most.  ❜     the promise of more violence falling from his lips makes roma’s stomach turn and the amusement in his expression drops.     roma tells himself that it is what his father would want him to say,     what his father would have him do.         ❛  just tell me why.     i will always fight beside you,     but i want to know what it is they said to you,     for you to fire first.  ❜

[montagvs]

JULIETTE CAI.

it’s hard for her not to think back     :     how a simple game of marbles had led them so far astray,   so far into the abyss of what they would learn was love.    in its violence,   its tendency to absorb the light of life,   the descent to a slow madness.    this is love,   she thinks.    this tightness and growing anticipation that rises from the depths of her cages,   pooling in the dips of her core,   the acknowledgement that he could hold a dagger to her throat and she would trust he not tear her apart.    her only love sprung from her only hate.    she still isn’t used to it,   and a small part of her wants to chastise the vulnerability,   to pull the walls back up but she likes the warmth,   loves the feeling of his lips against hers.    oh,   she is selfish for him.    

amusement stretches over her features as he correctly pronounces her name,   the sound foreign yet strangely satisfying.    she hums in response,   lips pursing in an effort to kiss him back.    dorogaya.    it’s enough to cause the blood to rush to her cheeks,   her breath hitching.         ❝    with so many good choices   …    ❞         her tongue switches to russian,   the teasing heavily evident in her tone,         ❝    how could i ever pick ?    ❞         octaves are lower now,   laced with mischievousness.    the same wandering hand stops at his chest,   toying with the buttons,   then feeling the lining of the fabric as if it was all so new and she must explore.         ❝   there’s a simplicity to just our names,   roma and juliette.    ❞          she’s speaking english now,         ❝    there will not be another of us in this world,   nor will they be uttered for us like such.    roma and juliette.    not roma and juliette of a blood duel.    just     …    us.    ❞         she might as well have gone off on a tangent,   if not for her leaning in to press her lips against his.

roma knows he cannot escape the heartache of a love so young,     a love so ill-advised and dangerous,     but in this moment and beside juliette,     he thinks himself invincible.     his own language falling from her lips is akin to morning birdsong and he thinks,     there will not be another of us in this world,     there will never be another for me if it is not you.     his father would stain his cheek a bright white,     to later turn scarlet,     to see his son so vulnerable and his mother’s words,    my foolish little prince,     would finally hold a meaning so damning and truthful if they were ever to be caught.     but roma cannot waste time thinking of the inevitable when the sun is rising,     and their time together grows to yet another devastating end.     he smiles into her kiss and reaches a hand to brush a fallen hair from her eyelashes,     tucking it neatly behind her ear.         ❛  just us …   ❜     the thought of it and the sincerity in her voice burns his cheeks a gentle amber.     he cannot stop himself.         ❛  i would run with you.  ❜     he says,     holding her gaze with a tender ferocity and a warmth that could battle the sun.         ❛  say the words.     say nothing at all,     just one look from you and i would know,     and i would go with you and leave this feud behind.     there is nothing for me in it worth winning,     not if you are unable to stand beside me.  ❜     because to win would be to hurt juliette,     kill her and erase the memory of everything she is,     was,     and ever would be.     roma’s greatest victory would be his greatest loss,     and he would sooner throw himself from this rooftop than lay a hand on her in malice for the cause of a feud.

[montagvs]

i think about this all the time that i think roma has scars on his neck from the events in the end of book 1 :-) they’re never mentioned in the book if they exist but i think he should have them and so. he does to me

[luthienne]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to the Sugar: Poems; "Teacher's Pet"

[Text ID: I could be a liar. I could be remembering / the wrong details. Details. Details: her office is still / a lost thing. Darkness holding the ember hostage. / There is nothing in this story that’s not a dagger.]