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hold a knife 2 her throat this valentine’s day
Belle de Jour (1967)
* THIS ISN’T ENOUGH BUT THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.
David Lynch’s Blue Velvet (1986)
❛ STARTER CALL.
❝ ﹠ NECROBRAT.
❝ you and me — we’re not the same. ❞
OF COURSE, WE AREN’T. I wear Burberry and you wear Forever 21 ----- ❛ How so? ❜
New theme !
❛ KIRA YOSHIKAGE AND GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL.
A 50′S TUNE PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND, MUFFLED BECAUSE HE’S IN ANOTHER ROOM. It was Midnight, The Stars and You by Ray Noble. ‘ Midnight, brought us sweet romance ! ‘ STAB TO THE HEART. ‘ I know my whole life through ! ‘ ONE TO THE THIGH AND THE OTHER NEAR THE BREAST. ‘ I’ll be remembering you, ‘ A DRAG ON THE STOMACH AND FINALLY QUICKLY MOVED TO THE WRIST. ‘ Whatever else I do, ‘ SLICING THROUGH THE ARTERY THEN CRUNCHING OF THE BONE. IT’S MINE, IT’S ALL MINE! ‘ Midnight, the stars and you... ‘
He exits the room, shuts the door behind him quietly, and heads to the bathroom nearby. He puts on his clothes, fluffs his curls, and places the freshly dismembered hand into his coat pocket. Tonight’s girlfriend had a wine-colored, ballerina-shaped manicure. It was simply darling. Kira was quite pleased he wouldn’t have to repaint her nails. The manicure was fresh, maybe two or three days old. The nails were about 4 inches, not too long, not too short. He had taken the perfume she used that was inside her purse. It was Prada Candy. Spicy yet sweet. He spritzes it on her inner wrist and on the palms. Smelled heavenly. He leaves the bathroom and enters the party room, expression shifted into a mild calmness. IT WAS AS IF HE HE HADN’T MURDERED THE PARTY HOST’S SISTER TWENTY MINUTES AGO. Again, he left no traces, Killer Queen had already disposed of all the grisly remains. YOU HATE PARTIES! They’re much too loud for your tastes, not to mention the raunchy fabrics the girls dressed in that you disliked so much. A REAL WOMAN WOULDN’T WEAR SUCH SCANDALOUS THINGS. He slithers to the food table, grabbing a drink. He takes it in one hand, lighting a cigarette in the other. The music wasn’t too bad, much better than the GARBAGE they played on the radio. Lollipop by The Chordettes was playing now. All of the girls were on the floor now, dancing like dumb fucking ditzes.
But Kira notices one girl, not on the floor. She wasn't too far from him and was sampling the food table. A quick peek at her hands. Long fingers and a slender bone structure. Pretty. He walks over. ❛ You look a little lonely. Mind if I stay? ❜ @bewitcheds
GOTHAM CITY WAS QUITE THE MESSY PLACE. It was a big break from the cozy little town of Morioh, yes indeed. AND HOW MUCH HE FUCKING HATED IT! The smells were absolutely putrid, food and wine were disgustingly cheap, and not to mention the city’s rather large rat infestation. But he was only staying here temporarily, as he had been invited by his boss. It was short and simple: Big Associate meeting coming up with the biggest bank investor in Gotham. He was promised a hotel that would be paid for, goody bags, and a full bottle Domaine de la Romanee wine. He complied. If he were to decline that would only prove him as a poor worker, which he definitely was not. But he didn’t get on the same plane as his boss and co-workers and take the hotel happily, as a really good worker would do. Instead, he took his own private plane, bought a more expensive hotel for himself and accepted the goodies and wine. Maybe a little selfish, kind of cold, but it definitely leaned into the middle.
Kira Yoshikage wasn’t the best nor the worst worker, but he was a fine one. He worked as normally as anyone, but with much better handwriting. But there were some great perks about Gotham City. The salons and clothing stores in the more high-class part of town, the greatly-sized Sephora ( perfect for covering up decaying spots on the skin ), and not to mention, THE GIRLS. He didn’t buy them for his own personal use, more of a way to cope. IT’S IN MY NATURE TO KILL, YOU KNOW. He often took a lot of blonde ones, a little disgusted by their nails. Chipped polish and broken acrylics. He quickly took them out to an expensive nail salon, prepping their hands clean and pretty. And the more he got to know them, the more they unfurled their poppy personalities with their fruity little drinks, the more they begged him for him to touch them, HE HATED THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. And he killed them. Every last one of them. And amazingly, no one noticed! Gotham was much too bustling, unlike Morioh. People were busy, deaths happened often, IT WAS NO BIG NEWS. Just more missing girls in the papers. WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT?
Today, he was with another one. Her name was Paige. She sported platinum blonde hair cut into a sleek, clean bob. He just took her out for her haircut. Her nails were a shimmery red. It complimented her lipstick nicely. Another thing Kira often liked about Gotham was it’s twisting, dark alleys. It made a rather nice location to kill girls, CUT THEM APART, the usual gist. He took her into one of them tonight, as those were the usual spots for those kinds of things. But that’s not what happened at all. SLASHING, HACKING, MURDERING. It’s the usual. He uses a kitchen knife he brought back from Morioh with him to delicately slice off her hands. He bought a brand new ruby ring for her, something that would look delightful with her nail polish. But he hears something rustling behind him, the dainty footsteps of a woman. ANOTHER GIRL? Kira turns, kicking the dead body behind the dumpster as if it were some old rag doll. HE CLEARLY DIDN’T CARE. He puts the fresh hand into his coat pocket. Today he was wearing a lovely burgundy suit. Something that hid blood well. He planned to change immediately once he got to his car, he had an extra spare of clothes you see. But it had been clearly interrupted. He was completely unperturbed, formally composed above a high-necked collar. He even smiled a little bit.
❛ And just who might you be? ❜ @clownin
❝ ﹠ REDRBT.
𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. ceaseless into each darkened night : dim - glow of worn lights, microphone static buzzing in her ear, raucous whistles and hollering. endless. repeating. COULD REALLY WEAR A GAL DOWN ! kindness of life : limited. difficulty had become common / black and white, contrast to her beloved carmine. these tired, countless nights were all she had left. ❝ mr. yoshikage, as always, you’re far too kind to little ol’ me. ❞ lacquered smile, red and cherry - glossed. lavender comes to rest upon her hips, digits drumming : 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚘. ❝ i’ll become spoiled if you’re not careful. have you had a drink ? ❞ and into her red, her florid vermilion, a flash of green. a wink of intrigue in her ebon - framed stare : widened, blinking. MONEY SURE DOES TALK . . . ! landlady threatened to turn her in / sour spewing, demands for cash. how inviting the offer was just before her grasp. ❝ mr. yoshikage, i why, i simply couldn’t. i won’t. ❞ finger, swathed in velvet lilac, taps his chin : 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚘.
❝ your kind words are all i need. ❞
❛ OH STOP IT. DON’T MAKE ME BLUSH. ❜ But what he was really thinking about was much more sinister than blushing. HE WANTED TO SEE HER BLUE IN THE FACE, EYES ROLLING UP INTO HER SKULL, TONGUE FLICKERING IN AND OUT LIKE SOME KIND OF DEAD FISH. Then you’ll really see me blush. Your pretty hands on top of mine, trying to pry me off your neck. YOU’D MAKE A FINE GIRLFRIEND, YES YOU WOULD, MS. RABBIT. Kira saw the sparkle in her pretty little eyes, shining like an emerald as he shows her his money. A MATERIAL GIRL YOU ARE, SWEETHEART. He had just gotten paid yesterday, so he had a little more than usual. DON’T GET ME WRONG, KIRA ISN’T POOR BUT HE DEFINITELY ISN’T FILTHY RICH. Though he was leaning more to the wealthy side, indulging in designer Valentino suits and crystal colognes, all Kira Yoshikage wants is to live is a normal life. Being so rich he could get anything he wanted would be against that, and he couldn’t let anything be against his quiet life. HE’D ERADICATE IT BY ALL MEANS. But a little extra cash doesn’t hurt too bad, ---especially when using it for beautiful women with beautiful hands. He takes a little moment of his time to watch her gloved finger tap above her jaw, precise on her fingertip. ❛ Oh, but I insist, Ms. Rabbit. ❜ He hides his disdain well. JUST GET IN THE CAR WITH ME ALREADY, BITCH! He pulls out a little more extra cash but made sure he had enough to take her out to dinner and buy her something pretty. ❛ I don’t disappoint, I can tell you that. ❜ A taut smile that brightened up his handsome visage. ❛ I’d KILL to have you. Even if it were just one night. ❜ He said this huskily, and even a little sharply. KIRA YOSHIKAGE MEANS BUSINESS. ❛ Don’t you think so, love? ❜
Kira’s apartment, live-action Diamond is Unbreakable.
TL: yamazaki-kento.com.
❛ QUITE THE SHOW TONIGHT. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it, spectacular as always, Ms. Rabbit. ❜ A ghost of a smile and the firmest handshake she’s probably felt in her entire life ( KEEP YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL, KEEP YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL... ). He was a recent visitor, watching from the back of the room, drink in hand and lit cigarette in the other. Her shows took place in more expensive settings, something he often favored. Kira never liked bars, they were much too poor in taste. Bar beers were cheap and tasteless, reeking of a pungent odor that burnt and stung at his nostrils, so he was quite pleased by the wide variety of Gin they sold here. Her voice was simply and utterly haunting. Accompanied by her distasteful choice of wardrobe ( but he let it slide often ) her performances were delightfully sexy. But Kira didn’t feel as rambunctious as the other men in the house. He enjoyed her shows, but something else was on his mind. Not her pretty face and definitely not her amazing body, but something he was more keen on, something that most men wouldn’t even pay brief notice. Royal purple gloves that stopped at her elbows. Something he loved to watch was when her fingers curled around the microphone as she leaned in to sing ( very nice ). I wonder what those gloves are hiding. She takes a great effort into her appearance, so I can’t imagine the manicure she would have. Red, he thought. Blood-red. PERFECT FOR THE SCARLET STARLET. He got excited at the thought. Kira takes out his wallet, picking out a roll of one hundred dollar bills. Slight smile. ❛ How much would it take for you to be mine for a night? ❜ He’d buy whatever she was offering for just a peek at those palms. @redrbt
❛ STARTER CALL.
Tonight You Belong To Me (1956) - Patience And Prudence
“Violence is always lurking in sharp cheekbones and a handsome face.”
— thoughts #50 | r.m (via rmeisel)