THERE ARE TOO MANY THOUGHTS.

there's a hole in my heart nothing can fill it up, yeah i'm sinking right now Inside a square ocean;

[museenkuss]

Oh to be a ghost haunting a museum... wandering through the empty halls on silent feet while the moon runs her silver fingers through my hair, being free to follow brushstrokes with my fingertips since I know my night-breath body won’t do any harm, slipping in and out of paintings and rooms and dreams, dancing along the walls like a shadow and kissing as many statues as I want

[writing-prompt-s]

If you assasinate the king you become the king - a rule so outdated that most of your countrymen have forgotten it exists. This morning, a group of angry Royal Guards have shown up at your apartment demanding you come to the palace immediately.

[writing-prompt-s]

You are one of the best contract killers in the world, but one day, at your dead drop, you find $31.25 in small change, and a letter written by an eleven year old boy.

[dreamvisiongirlfriend]

fat people can be dark academia (and every other aesthetic) without any apologies, extra work or different regulations. the outfits in the mood boards aren’t ‘for’ one body type. those skirts don’t need skinny legs coming out the bottom of them.

Every outfit in every mood board is available to everyone and everyone needs to feel welcome and comfortable.

[rcinbcws]

cvtiehoney​:

@rcinbcws​

✨ LADY THIEF -  the broker speaks the language of luxury, assigning brand name price tags to individual brush strokes. Plum-colored blazer sleeves sweep across the catalog pages and with an apex predator’s smile, the broker emphasizes a painting’s likeness to the early works of Edgar Degas. “Can you stand it?” asked the broker. “How can you stand it? The bold brushstrokes – truly, discovering emerging talent like this is once in a lifetime.” 

Dot nods as if she’s not in cohorts with the conman who painted the ugly ass thing. Her voice today is low and breathy. “I want it,” she says. “There’s something soulful about the way this Arsène depicts the mundane of Parisian life. He’s going to be big.”  

The broker compliments her on having an artistic eye, a sense of creative vision so few clients supposedly have. But, there is no emerging artist named Arsène Affre. The paintings in the catalog are very real, but their early prototypes are mounted in a conman’s bathroom. 

“Gilbert really can’t paint for shit,” she thinks. 

Dot almost feels bad for the broker.

Both women conclude the consultation with a handshake that’s a clash of pearls and gold bangles. Dot muses that the auction will be interesting. If all goes according to plan, she’ll have an indulgent evening laundering money and tricking a jackass art collector into trading a priceless artwork for Gilbert’s finger paints. Gilbert is a fellow ‘gentle thief’ and ‘confidence man’, and he would be satisfied to end the con there. 

It’s Dot who insists on going the extra mile. It’s Dot who insists it wasn’t enough to satisfy their lust for challenge. She wanted to remove the real, valuable artwork from a private collection and delivered to the family of the late artist to do as they pleased. Sure, they could always resell it at auction and have it lost to storage. But, Dot was an idealist who hoped they’d treasure their heirloom if no museum could take it off their hands.

Dot waves off the broker, counting down five minutes to give the woman a head start out of the building. They’d gone over the expected hour consultation time, and Dot had around fifteen minutes before the real owners of “her” penthouse showed up. Whoever owned the place probably wouldn’t take kindly to a stranger posturing wealth through their home.

Dot dashes down the hall. There’s a man ahead, striding towards the elevators. Her red heels click against marble tile, and she squeezes into an elevator just as it closes its maw. She may be a pretty little thing, but she’s no fool. That man had been tailing her. Pursing her ruby lips together, she takes a breath and puts on the fake voice from earlier. 

“Foul play? I should report you to the auction house.” 

He donned washed silk, deer skin, and dark, jacquard and embroidered threads. His suit was luxurious and tactile with cashmere, silk, and barathea. It was expensive, a Brioni made to recall the colors of Rome. Warm neutrals, earthy browns, creams and tobaccos with sand accents of bright turquoise replaced his usual all-black ensemble. A gift, one of many that he’d received in compensation for his work, and an important piece in the puzzle of his latest assignment. 

After all, an expensive con-event called for expensive attire, did it not? 

For the most part, he stuck to the walls and stayed in the shadows when he could. It was better, smarter to remain hidden as much as possible, but when it came to a high profile event, blending in was still a part of the job description. Wade didn’t worry too much, he wasn’t out to kill today, only to observe and learn whatever he could about his target. While keeping as much of a safe distance as he could, he still mingled with guests who’d approached him and charmed his way through pretentious conversations about art as he observed his target throughout the night. 

“Pretty Amanita”. One of the many names the public had given her, it had been one of his favorites. He liked the way it rolled off of his tongue, and the way it sounded in his mixed in his voice. It would be a lie to suggest that he hadn’t been over-the-moon at the opportunity to work against her. Not only would it be a challenge, but it certainly was a breath of fresh air to escape the mundane routine of his normal kills. It had been fun to watch her in the moment. From listening to every lie escape her lips guiltlessly to analyzing her expressions and trying to guess what she was thinking as she mused about the fake art being presented. 

If Wade hadn’t been so confident in own abilities, he might have even said she was a force to be reckoned with. 

But still, time passed, the day went on, and his time of light-stalking was soon coming to an end. He takes her handshake as a cue and makes his stride towards the elevators, entering the first empty one he sees. It’s only after he’s pressed the worn-out lounge button and settled against the elevator wall that her voice catches him off guard.

Rather than jumping into a position of defense, he elected to remain the calm and charming character he’d played just shortly before. A playful grin finds its way to his lips, and his head drops to the side at her words. 

“I’m sorry sugar,” he begins, gesturing to the elevator buttons, “I’m not too sure what you’re goin’ on about, but if you need a specific floor, I’d be happy to oblige.” 

[kyulsoo]

Lee Jooyoung for Hera Beauty

[otherpens]

Reader, I ate his heart in the marketplace.

[parismemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM MOTHY’S SEVEN DEADLY SINS SERIES.

THE LUNACY OF DUKE VENOMANIA

“come, shall we dance?” “you will become my new wife.” “all the women who see me fall into a charm.” “we can never again return to reality.” “i want to forget that face.” “soon i won’t be human.” “in defiance of god i commit depravity.” “this is the night of insanity i wished for.” “i haven’t yet told you i love you.”

EVIL FOOD EATER CONCHITA

“come, eat without leaving anything.” “today, as well, the last supper begins.” “all of it exists for you.” “completely devour everything in this world.” “this dinner isn’t over by a long shot.” “good grief, you can’t do anything with these people, huh?” “what kind of taste do you have, i wonder?” “there’s still something to eat, isn’t there?”

THE DAUGHTER OF EVIL

“come, kneel to me.” “everything was hers.” “if there isn’t enough money, choke it from the innocent masses.” “oh, it’s teatime.” “although it’s a lovely flower, there are too many thorns to touch it.” “you insolent thug!” “she was certainly the daughter of evil.”

GIFT FROM THE PRINCESS WHO BROUGHT SLEEP

“come, sleep.” “you’ll sleep well with this gift.” “you’re an incompetent playboy wallowing in desire.” “i’m happy, nonetheless.” “it’s a present from me.” “everyone carries troubles.” “unpleasant reality, unrequited feelings… inside a dream, these things can be forgotten.” “with your eyes closed, abandon yourself.” “i was already broken long ago. i wanted to destroy everything.”

THE TAILOR OF ENBIZAKA

“come, let’s begin tailoring.” “though he has someone like me, he never returns home.” “but i have to keep at my work.” “the more you sharpen them, the better they cut.” “who is the woman next to him?” “it seems some scandal has occurred.” “you’re really indiscriminate, aren’t you?” “i’ve hit a stopping point in my work.” “if you won’t come to see me, i’ll go to meet you.” “aren’t i beautiful?”

JUDGMENT OF CORRUPTION

“come, it’s time for the trial.” “i desire money more than justice.” “if you pay me, i’ll save you.” “money is the best lawyer in hell.” “your life depends on me.” “your sins are my consideration alone.” “the wicked laugh, the innocent cry.” “if we two are together, i have nothing to fear.” “i will never hand over my fortune to the likes of you.”

THE MUZZLE OF NEMESIS

“come, repent.” “i’m aiming the muzzle of my gun at a man.” “he’s a son of a bitch who ruined many people.” “i even killed the one i loved.” “i shot myself too, but i couldn’t die.” “the time has come for my revenge.” “any scoundrel should be granted a chance for atonement, right?” “if you pay back the people from whom you stole everything, if you have just your life, i shall save you.” “you’re trash that can’t be helped, huh?” “look at me too!” “why would you love such a man?” “let’s make everything end.”

[rcinbcws]

i’ll be getting to all my replies tomorrow/later today since it’ll be my day off and i’ll finally have some time to focus/not have a work anxiety attack :jer: so don’t worry i haven’t forgotten any threads WHEEZE

[londoncapsule]

[joliecomer]

Eve Polastri in Season 1 of KILLING EVE (2018-) 

(s02)

[geniuss-loci-deactivated2021052]

[rcinbcws]

                    𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

𝟎𝟏. (  ALIAS  /  NAME  )  ——   ana,  but on official forms i go by anastasia *fingerguns*

𝟎𝟐.  (  BIRTHDAY  ) —— december 24th, 1997

𝟎𝟑.  ( ZODIAC  SIGN(S)  ) ——   capricorn sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

𝟎𝟒.  (  HEIGHT  )  —— 5′8″

𝟎𝟓.  ( HOBBIES ) ——   drawing, singing, clowning, embroidery, movies, swimming, sleeping, making my fwiends smile

𝟎𝟔.  (  FAVORITE  COLOR  )  ——   sometimes pink sometimes yellow sometimes green

𝟎𝟕.  (  FAVORITE  BOOKS ) ——   the entire twilight saga :jer:

𝟎𝟖.  (  LAST  SONG  LISTENED  TO  )  —— no scrubs - tlc

𝟎𝟗.  (  LAST  FILM  OR  SHOW  WATCHED  )  ——   killing eve!

𝟏𝟎.  (  INSPIRATION  FOR  MUSE  )  ——  i primarily stick with tumblr and pinterest, but tv shows always inspire me as well

𝟏𝟏.  (  STORY  BEHIND  URL  )  ——  i’m just really gay and i like rainbows

[black-hearted-bat-deactivated20]

[rcinbcws]

a lil to-do list, feel fwee to ignore ♡

work on muse page

finish character sheet for wade

work on developing hacker

write profiles for characters

maybe some gfx???

cry

[writing-prompt-s]

A serial killer who only kills organ donors, because her wife needs a new heart

[writing-prompt-s]

You bought this house hearing how “haunted” and “scary” it is, however once you move in, the ghosts actually like you and want to help you, everywhere, including outside the house.