I am the Hell; Fear me.

What can I do for you? What sweet whispers can I put in your ear? (Please, I beg, read rules first)

[savage-civilized-blog]

                                 killing you SOFTLY ?

                             no. this is going to be BLOODY,                                      this is going to be BRUTAL,                                             & most of all                   

                                        THIS IS GONNA                                     HURT LIKE HELL.

[rumoreaux-archive]

@savage-civilized

Finally, another of decent blood. I cannot begin to express how much I’ve suffered, the only blue-blood or even pure-blood Gristolian among this lot! Never mind the nobility, there’s nothing but foreigners even among merely the wealthy!

[savage-civilized-blog]

     “Mm, yes. The muddied blood. Disgusting how far Dunwall has fallen among it’s people and even worse, its elite. I don’t believe I have met you... You are?”

[iigniter-ar-blog]

six of crows sentence starters

Every act of violence was deliberate.

They were all bruisers and brawlers.

If I see a single scratch on those, I’ll spell forgive me on your chest in bullet holes.

Old women must know something or they wouldn’t live to gather wrinkles and yell from their stoops.

I’m not going to bet on my own death.

My ghost won’t associate with your ghosts.

When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing

I will have you without armor or not at all.

Trickery is my native tongue.

I’m beguiling you.

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. You take his attention and direct it where you want it to go.

Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.

Stay till the end.

Men mock the gods until they need them.

Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever

You wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.

Being angry at (him/her/them) for being ruthless is like being angry at a stove for being hot.

Scheming face.

Brick by brick, I will destroy you.

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.  

And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.

His/Her/Their breath catches every time, like they’ve never seen you before.

What did you do to me in you dreams?

You’ll get what’s coming to you some day.

I wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of.

Maybe I liked your stupid face.

Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?

I practice the art of ‘pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood.

If your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one.

None of us moves on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost.

We are all someone’s monster.

The trick is not getting knocked down.

The trick is in getting back up.

Any other impossible feats you’d like us to accomplish?

If it were a trick, I’d promise you safety. I’d offer you happiness.

I am a collection of sharp edges.

Next time you plan to impress me give me some warning.

We’ll be Kings and Queens.

How did you survive the world? When they took everything from you, you found a way to make something from nothing.

This isn’t a job for trained soldiers and spies. It’s a job for thugs and thieves.

Shame holds more value than coin ever can.

You do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve.

A good magician wasn’t much different from a proper thief.

It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand.

I’ll acquire expensive habits in the afterlife. 

[askbbcsherlockholmes-deactivate]

((….no. Don’t make that an habit…))

[kwistowee]

#beast

[secretsocietyofwonderland]

[lifeinpoetry]

I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.

Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Red Girl,” The Bread We Eat in Dreams (via lifeinpoetry)

[thanatographic]

Dance of Death type from “La Grande Danse Macabre des Hommes et des Femmes”, based on the 1486 edition and subsequent copies by Jehan Lecocq. You can see the full digitized edition at Gallica.

[story-dj]

I had been abandoned by both life and death: neither would take me.

Death’s Door

[the-pain-that-smiles-hide]

Sometimes I think about death a bit more than is healthy or I say that I don’t really feel like existing anymore but what I really mean is I just want to feel alright again