#mothics

[phlegmagics]

what are julie's favorite interior item(s) and types of material? does she have a certain aesthetic choice that she gravitates towards more than others?

    as an interior designer, you’re bound to have some favorite pieces.    of course you are!    whether it be pieces she made or some she’s collected from others, she really loves love chairs.    not for the reason you may think, but she adores them because they’re not too small or big and they’re versatile in the designs they come in.    she’s particularly akin to the where there’s only one arm/head place and a backing, leaving the bottom open.    

    julie has a rich taste, so she personally likes her furniture to be velvet, maybe some accent pieces to be (faux) mink.    the fabric she loves above all is her own, it sells well.    no one knows what it is and she won’t tell.    otherwise, all other fabrics she doesn’t have an issue with; the only fabric she absolutely hates is leather, real or fake.

    julie seems to really love the glam aspect of the nineties.    she still manages to recycle aesthetics, so she isn’t really set on one, but most of the models and settings of her apartment are influenced by the nineties.    colors usually kept on a brown, red, and orange scheme.

[altarbled-blog]

ALINA IS NOT THE      sort of woman that smiles, smiles had come naturally to her perhaps when she was a girl but they were stolen before she could really learn to taste them. they were stolen before she could house them in her memory and look back upon them with a nostalgic fondness and think ‘ ah those were better days’. instead even the memories of her childhood were tainted with the gold of her stolen smile painted across the mouths of everyone who looked upon her with fervent eyes. eyes like shrunken bellies, hungry, starving for something- anything to latch onto and devour.            ❛     you mustn’t waste time- you understand how precious it is i am sure .     ❜   

@mothics

[volchistamoved-blog]

marya morevna sat, alone, her legs were long and pale, crossed delicately at the ankles, a beautiful rose blossom sat carefully betwix her slim fingers. her eyes were trained on the flower, swirling it about, ignoring the bite and prick of the thorns, she too ignores the beads of blood gathering like dew on her fingers, the way it slips down the paleness of her hands.     ‘  there was a tradition once, that a husband was meant to fetch and kill a firebird for his lover, to prove his love   .     ‘   she had shot a firebird once, for her own lover, it seemed like such a fruitless and silly endeavor to her now. then, she was a very different woman now than she had been then.

@mothics

[lilythemeekgeek]

fan art :3 (RedEclipse & Mothics)

[formourned]

[hands connie a tiny wooden doll that resembles her] "we- uh. we made this together. for you. katya insists." :D

    days grew longer since she had seen either of them.    they were filled accordingly while she waited for a reuniting.    wake up  ,  confide in the flowers  ,  send a wish from her tongue that they were okay and continuing living on just like yesterday.    the days go on and so does she  ,  but she doesn’t let them mold into one monstrous clump.    every day is another given moment to breathe and she hopes the next day will grant her such a delicacy too.

    tonight they came to her.    she thanked whoever or whatever had listened to her airy wishes.    the stars blinked and the moon was a little brighter that night. without a moment’s thought  ,  they were invited into her home to have dinner. connie insisted everything would be made by her hand and all they had the duty of doing was telling her how the days treated them.

    a clamor grew into the folds of sunset.    night fattened their bond as dishes her wiped clean in the clanking harmony of silverware and glass.    this home was for them to rest even if they had done so prior to arriving to connie’s abode.   the plates were forgotten in the sink as andrei approached her in the kitchen.

    hands gently take hold of the wooden doll as if it were an infant brought fresh into the world.    in some ways  ,  it’s to be treated as such because it came from two people she cares about.    anything coming from the willingness of a soul manifests in whatever was gifted.    if it’s broken  ,  there’s no telling what could happen then.

    emerald eyes leave lips together as it marvels at the delicate work.    silky fingertips run along the length of the black hair.    there is detail is every bit  ,  even if it may not seem so to others.      ❛      oh  my.      ❜    she sighs.    this is not something she could simply say  thank  you  over.    there is only a quick glance given to the other as she’s rushing over to a cabinet holding the majority of her trinkets.    ❛     she  will  go  right  here  and  stay  right  here  with  all  of  my  other  treasures  !      ❜

[phlegmagics]

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞ for ben !

    the little one is right  ,  he didn’t.    while he promises that he will  ,  they must wait until it becomes a reward.    ben sees they’re made delicately and intricately and he doesn’t plan on dismissing that at all  ,  but there is still order in this home.    there has to be or else there wouldn’t be a home at all.    

    ❛      you’re  right  ,  i  haven’t.      ❜    he doesn’t lend her a glance while spoon is mixing frothy mixture in a heated pan.    the night is quiet except for the clanking of dishes and a boiling hum.    he hangs on what he said for too long that a grin grows in the corner of his mouth.    ❛      we  have  to  finish  dinner  first.    we  haven’t  even  started  it.      ❜    now he looks to kat with a  moon  -  kissed  grin.

                  SENSES.

[unstructed]

               Having no desire to remain in Ingolstadt any longer, I endeavored to travel to the states. There, I sought to further my knowledge of chemistry and similar sciences, with a particular focus on the alchemic texts located at the University I had planned to enroll in. No sooner had I landed stateside in the docks of New York City did I find myself lost among the sprawling metropolis. Wandering about for quite some time, I found refuge in the cold pocket of a dim alley with only a small flask of spirits to warm my soul. Just then, I felt the hairs on my neck stand, as if on guard; this was no natural feeling, nothing natural could so readily wipe the warmth of intoxication from my body. With no intent to fall victim to things unknown, I steeled myself, and spoke thus: “Who is it? Show yourself, I will not be made fool of so easily!” / @mothics

[reportin-a]

❛    OH  ?  THIS  LITTLE  THING  HAS  CAUGHT  YOUR  EYE  ?  ❜    the  item  he  holds  in  his  hands  is  painted  with  vibrant  colors  .  reds  and  greens  ,  soft  shades  of  blue  .  floral  patterns  to  appeal  to  softness  .  ❛    it’s  a  matryoshka  doll         from  russia  .  you  see  ,  it’s  actually  not  just  a  doll  .  but  a  SET  of  dolls  .  ❜  calloused  hands  move  the  doll  closer  to  the  child  ,  a  small  smile  forming  on  pink  lips  .  he  then  pulls  the  top  off  of  the  doll  ,  only  to  reveal  the  smaller  doll  stuffed  inside  .  ❛    if  you  like  it  ,  you  could  have  it  .  for  there  are  many  more  underneath  .  ❜  //  @mothics