Venus

Winifred Sharrow Performer at Le Ciel & Courtesan

[spctlessminds]

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’ ‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’ ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’ ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’ ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ ‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ ‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’ ‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’ ‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’ ‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’ ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ ‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’ ‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ ‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ ‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ ‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’ ‘  i am fucking divine.  ’ ‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’ ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’ ‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’ ‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’ ‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’ ‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’ ‘  i bow to no man.  ’ ‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’ ‘  i cannot be saved.  ’ ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’ ‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’ ‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’ ‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’ ‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’ ‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’ ‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’ ‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’ ‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’ ‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’ ‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’ ‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’ ‘  i have no home anymore.  ’ ‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’ ‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’ ‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’ ‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’ ‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’ ‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’ ‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’ ‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’ ‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’ ‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’ ‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’ ‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’ ‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’ ‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’ ‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’ ‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’ ‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’ ‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’ ‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’ ‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’ ‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’ ‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’ ‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’ ‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’ ‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’ ‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’ ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’ ‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’ ‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’ ‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ ‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’ ‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’ ‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’ ‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’ ‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’ ‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’ ‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’ ‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’ ‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’ ‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’ ‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’ ‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’ ‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’ ‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’ ‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’ ‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’ ‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’ ‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

[winifredsharrow]

ernstkatz‌:

The situation was messy and dirty. In five minutes, he managed to have 3 panic attacks, find an American in the French capital and help a child as thin as a wafer. The girl lightened the matches and he pushed the child out by his tiny arms. It was a boy, no older than 7 years old. “Here you go,” he said to a boy, trying to check him whether there was something seriously wrong with him. “How can we help?” He asked the boy who looked obviously puzzled. All he said was “Merci, monsieur et madame.” He looked at the girl. 

It was the first time when Ernst could at least see that she was a blonde and young. He had no idea apart from her accent who was she or what did she look like. It simply did not matter. The attention was on the boy and he asked him whether they could help him. He was obviously poor and hungry. “Maybe we could take you to a dinner? Would you come?” He asked the girl next to him. “I´m Ernst, by the way.” He added. The situation was messy and he was not exactly polite but at least he had a proper excuse. 

Winifred was relieved when the two managed to get the boy to safety, although she was confused as to why or how he had gotten into the troubling spot that he was in. Still, she had to commend the man for noticing that there was a child in trouble at all and having the smarts to come find someone to help him.

When the boy thanked the two and the man turned to Winifred, she simply shrugged unsure of what to do or say next. “Or we could help you find your parents? Where do you stay?” Winifred added, nodding towards the man when he introduced himself “And I’m Winifred.”

[undomielle]

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[vernonvienna]

[winifredsharrow]

ritasrussianroulette‌:

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In the dark of the night, in the darkest corner of Paris, Rita waits. 

Waiting is half the job, and in truth, it’s the hard part. Rita has never been the patient kind, not when there’s a mission to be accomplished and, if someone gets in her way, a trigger to be pulled. Tonight should be easy, admittedly: Holst’s most trusted smugglers would be carrying in a fresh shipment of booze, ready to be shipped to America. But it was never that easy, and tonight, she felt, would be no exception. 

Her fingers reached for the trigger, not because she was in danger, but as a sort of comforting reflex. She almost pulled it when she heard someone step her way. “You are late,” she says bluntly as she moves out of the shadows, but she’s shocked to see that it’s not one of the smugglers. Maybe she will get to pull the trigger. 

“Who the fuck are you?” she demands. 

Winifred could often be found wandering the streets of Paris. She was told countless times how dangerous this was, how people with harmful agendas waited in the shadows and how easily someone like Winifred could get hurt. But she was a free-spirited woman who never listened. Because of this, she found herself wandering the streets yet again in the darkest of nights. She got lost fairly easily, having turned a wrong corner somewhere. She mentally cursed herself and was reminded for the umpteenth time that she really should invest in some sort of light source. 

Winifred didn’t even notice the person lurking in the shadows until they called out to her. The words they spoke made it obvious that Winifred was not the person that they were looking for and as Winifred got a closer look, she realized that they were holding a gun towards her.

She could feel her mouth go dry and forced herself to swallow, doing her best to remain calm. “I’m Winifred, who the fuck are you?” she answered, trying to mimic the other person’s strong tone--and likely failing. 

[incorrectannees]

Being cute is really hard because even when you’re angry, people just kinda giggle at you and say, ‘Aw, you’re so cute when you’re angry.’ Like, no. Stop. Recognize my power

Winnie (via incorrectannees)

[winifredsharrow]

Winifred: *points to people holding hands*

Winifred: Need me a freak like that.

[winifredsharrow]

ernstkatz‌:

She looked lost and he WAS lost and the whole situation made him so nervous, he could not stop his hands shaking even if he wanted to but the darkness of the night and the voice of the child, no matter how serious the situation was, all this caused him having a minor panic attack. He was sure that if he did not do anything in the given moment, something bad would happen and he started to behave according to this. His words lost their meanings. He stopped talking coherently. After all, French wasn´t his first language. He was sure it was his fault that she was standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. “I´m sorry for my French. Iˇm sorry I´m German. I know I am the enemy.” He learnt that phrase first thing he came to France in 1919. He knew he had to remember this was not HIS country and lots of people did never forget to remind him of it. 

But she moved in the end. She trusted him, she followed him. What a miracle! He thanked God in his head and lightly touched the cross he carried around his neck. “Thank you” he took her hand and shook it lightly. “Have you got a match?” He asked her again as he was showing her the way. “The voice was coming from somewhere here.” He said, pointing at the sewer near the road. “Halo?” He shouted into the dark hole. His answer was a weak “Monsieur, Aidez-moi, s´il vous plaît”  Once again he had to thank God because he was right. He was not hallucinating. He was not going crazy. Waiting for the woman to provide him with a bit of light he started calming down the child and himself.  “It will be alright, I´m here and a nice lady is here. What were you doing here?” Suddenly, he remembered the book he once read, Oliver Twist. He was also hiding in such places because children could, they were small enough and if they were poor, they were even smaller. “Just like Oliver Twist, huh” he tried to make the situation lighter, not realizing that the child was probably uneducated and never had heard about the English book. 

Winifred was very perplexed by the situation but it was obvious that this man needed help and she was at least willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed harmless compared to some of the patrons who came to Le Ciel looking for someone to abuse. It was never tolerated but it still happened and it left Winifred hesitant to trust so easily. But this morning, she was tired and because of that, willing to help more than she may on any other day.

When he reminded her about a match, she shook her head, mentally kicking herself for forgetting so quickly. Reaching into her pocketbook, she took out a box of matches. Following his lead, she went towards the sewer in the road and bent to get a closer look. As the man spoke to the child who seemed to be stuck down there, Winifred struck a match in order to see into the sewers better. “Are you trapped?” she asked, hoping that this wasn’t a trick.

[winifredsharrow]

location: Le Ciel time: late evening availability: @gattirose​

Winifred spent weeks creating and perfecting a new costume for her routine. She had made a lot of deals with a lot of people in order to make a costume that was completely unique. It was to go along with her new act, something that she prided herself on. Unlike L’Enfer, Le Ciel allowed their performers to turn catching the male gaze into an art--and Winifred as hellbent on perfecting it. 

She had spent longer then usual in her dressing room, making sure that every detail from her costume to her hair to her makeup and shoes was just right. She had too much time and money invested into this to look at all sloppy. Just before she was about to make her debut, Winifred peered out to the club to see something that took her breath away.

It was Lucianna Gatti, that damned Pussycat of le Boulevard Saint-Michel, the girl that people whispered about to Winifred. The girl people warned her about. She had never listened to their catty rumors before. Until the girl was standing in the middle of the club, laughing her pretty little head off, wearing a damn near copy of Winifred’s costume. It was a shitty copy, sure, but a copy none-the-less. Winifred sucked in a breath and began to make her way towards the girl, ready for an explanation. 

[fashionsfromhistory]

Starry Night Costume

1926

Hillwood Museum

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                                      「  THE VENUS 」

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DIRECT FROM LE PETIT JOURNAL:

𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜, 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚎𝚕, 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛—𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜.

ABOUT:

Love has always eluded you, slipping through your fingertips any time you got too close. You thought you found it once, even sealed it with a golden ring on your left hand, but it slipped away. You left your home to come to the city of love, where you found work as an angel in Le Ciel. You are a performer by profession, an angel by nature, but has any of this really been a performance? The lost souls that watch you dance, that pay for your time after the lights go down, are buying the love that you have always been so desperate to give. Your courtesan heart is big enough for each of them, and you would give it away if they asked for it. How long will it be before you learn that true love doesn’t exist in places like this?

BIO:

Winifred does not know much about her biological mother or father; when she was just a baby, she was found alone and starving. Like many orphans, Winifred was put on an orphan train and sent off to a family who needed help on their farm more then they needed a daughter. Her family and life was nothing special, it was always raising animals and growing crops. At a young age, Winifred found all of this to be dull and boring, constantly finding ways to get into trouble. Her imagination was bigger than anything her small town could produce and she could often be found talking to the animals, frolicking in the wildflowers, and doing everything but her chores. She was a free spirit who had no interest in the every day dealings of farm life. This displeased her adoptive parents greatly, as they had no need for a daughter but were desperate to have help around their farm. In fact, when they discovered that the child they had been sent was a girl and not a boy, they were significantly disappointed and almost sent her back. But she managed to weasel her way into their lives with her eloquent charm and grace.

Life on a farm was oftentimes slow and steady, something Winifred found uninspiring. Because of this, she spent a great deal of time reading and using her imagination as much as she could. In school, she was distant and her teacher found it hard to get her attention and focus on the tasks at hand. Winifred simply had a mind that wandered for greater things, things bigger than a small farm in a gray town. Her parents did their best to raise her as a proper young lady but taming a wild beast is an impossible task and Winifred was soon a young lady with her head in the clouds. The prospects for her seemed to be slim, as no respectable man would want a wayward soul for a wife. But this proved to be wrong as Winifred found herself being courted by a man who loved her for all of her faults. He did not see them as challenges but rather as hopes. It did not take much for Winifred to fall for the man, with his wispy dreams and stories that he would spend telling her until the sky grew dark. He was a mysterious man with a past he rarely spoke about. He came in like a rainbow after a storm and Winifred never questioned why he picked her. She just knew that he loved her and she loved him; that their life together would be filled with honeysuckle and whispers of promises that he would never be able to keep.

At twenty-five years old, Winifred found herself engaged and ready to move on to start a new life. With a golden ring sparkling on her left hand, Winifred found herself boarding a ship to travel to France. France, the place where love is found seeping through every cobblestone. Where the alleyways are littered with rose buds. With rose-tinted glasses, Winifred found her fantasies of fairy-tales suddenly within reach, right at her fingertips. But the world is not like fairy-tales, the world is a dark and desperate beast. Winifred discovered this when the ship that she had boarded for the first time found itself crashing and burning into the ocean, taking with it her one and only hope. Her prince charming was not going to rescue her from anything and she could do nothing as his lifeless body was swallowed whole by the dark ocean waves. It was a tragedy, they said, a miracle that she survived at all. But to Winifred it felt like a curse, as if she had done something in her life to deserve to have her happiness taken away.

When she found herself landing in France, Winifred was lost more than ever before. Only moments ago, she had a whole life planned out for her, and now she was faced with nothing. With only a small amount to her name, Winifred found herself wandering the streets. Until she discovered the Le Ciel, a heavenly entrancing night club that seemed to bring the fairy-tales she so often dreamed about to life right in front of her. From the moment her feet passed the threshold, Winifred knew that this was her calling. She could not explain it or put it into words—she just knew. And from that moment on, Winifred decided that her life was never meant to be like how they were in the stories she grew up reading. She would be the master of her own destiny, the creator of her own fairy-tale.

CONNECTIONS:

THE NYMPH: You want to tell her that her pursed lips and furrowed brow are unnecessary, but you can’t help but be flattered by the fact that she envies you. Though part of you wishes you could be on friendlier terms. 

THE CROONER: You’re well aware of The Crooner and their magnificent voice, but you can’t imagine why those telling eyes seem to find you whenever they visit the club. You can’t look at them for too long, as they unsettle you.

THE GOURMAND: They are your favorite client; much of which has to do with their sheer enthusiasm. The way they speak of the world, and this city, is infectious. 

FC SUGGESTIONS:

Constance Wu , Evan Rachel Wood, Sonam Kapoor, Angela Serafyan,  suggest more!

The Venus is currently taken by Ashleigh, EST.

[winifredsharrow]

mxmmon:

It was strange, the ways the girls put on their facade. He only wished he had the same skill, to be quite so effervescent when the time owed it and do it so splendidly. Instead, though he was amiable to most, he perhaps exuded an energy that was not exactly saintly even when he was trying his best to be ‘good’. It was always nice to see Winifred could drop the act she had put on for so many when he was around.

Taking out his silver lighter, it ignited with a sharp scratch as he lit her cigarette and then his own, inhaling gratefully. He wondered what she was thinking about, but did not dwell.

With a nod of agreement, he offered her a hint of a smirk. “You are not wrong.” He mused as he leaned against the short wall and perched his weight on it slightly. “How was tonight, dear heart? You have not taken a gentleman caller, I see?”

Winifred accepted the light of her cigarette with a grateful nod, taking a moment to inhale and enjoy a second for herself. It was always hard to balance the act she put on for customers and she often wondered if they would care to know her true self, the one she hid from them. On most days she was sure that they would not care to know the true Winifred. The act she put on had been perfected from years of experience. Anything else would likely be too boring.

Winifred crossed one arm over her chest, resting against the building and shielding her eyes from the sun. It was, indeed, too bright outside.

“Oh it was fine” She answered “Same as usual.” She shrugged at his question “None were up to my standards, I’m afraid.”

[winifredsharrow]

"Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away."

While Winifred was technically looking at the setting sun, she wasn’t paying attention to it. She had other things on her mind and was allowing herself to let her mind wander. When she heard a voice near her, she physically jumped at the noise. 

Awkwardly, Winifred adjusted herself--moving from sitting comfortably to standing with her arms crossed. “Uh, yeah. Beautiful.” was all that she managed to mumble out. She was never sure what to say to people, especially those who had startled her, who had caught her in a vulnerable state. It was easier to deal with customers--the act she put on provided a mask to put on, a fake persona. 

[vaememes]

TIM    BURTON’S    FILM’S   PROMPTS    !

triggering  /  nsfw   may  be  present ,   these  are  taken  from  varying  films.

“  With this candle… I will set your mother on fire. ”

“  Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.  ”

“  With this ring, I ask you to be mine. ”

“  Please, there’s been a mistake. I’m not dead.   ”

“  If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.  ”

“  If you cut me with a knife, it’s still the same. ”

“  I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. ”

“  Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away.  ”

“  I’ve spent so long in the darkness, I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is. ”

“  I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn’t beat it’s breaking. ”

“  Yet the pain here that I feel…try and tell me it’s not real. ”

“  I know that I am dead. It seems that I still have some tears to shed. ”

“  I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me.  ”

“  This wedding cannot take place until he is properly prepared!  ”

“  What are you doing here at this hour? You should be at home, prostrate with grief!  ”

“  What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion, and a murder most foul! ”

“  Why go up there when people are dying to get down here? ”

“  This would stop his heart forever. Only then would he be free to give it to you. ”

“  If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I would say that you’ve lost your mind! ”

“ You don’t know me, but I used to live in your dead mother.. ”

“ Be gone, ye demons from Hell! Back to the void from whence you came! ”

“ We must abide by their rules! We are amongst the living.  ”

“ Let’s turn on the juice and see what shakes loose. ”

“  Hey, these aren’t my rules! Come to think of it, I don’t have any rules!  ”

“  Uh, I think, uh, they’ve had enough “exorcise” for tonight. ”

“  Not so fast, round boy. We’re gonna have some laughs! ”

“  And that, is why I won’t do two shows a night anymore babe, I won’t.  ”

“ My whole life is a darkroom.  ”

“ Don’t mind her. She’s still upset that someone dropped a house on her sister. ”

“ I will go insane and I will take you with me! ”

“ I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself.  ”

“ Uh, what I meant is, can you be scary? ”

“ Oh! I didn’t know you were asking me. Can I be scary?  ”

“  I don’t think we survived that crash.  ”

“  Please, they’re dead. It’s a little late to be neurotic. ”

“ Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can?  ”

“  Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased.  ”

“ It says: ‘live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.  ”

“ I, myself, am strange and unusual.  ”

“  I mean they’re gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh. ”

“ I was just wondering could you help me get out of here?  ”

“ Are you gross under there? Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? ”

“ You know, if I had seen a ghost at your age I would have been scared out of my wits.  ”

“  You must believe me. it was a horseman, a dead one. Head less.  ”

“  I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine. ”

“ Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. ”

“ I have shed my tears for [ name ], and yet my heart is not broken.  ”

“  Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all. ”

“ He’s on the rampage, cutting off heads where he finds them. ”

“  That’s the problem; He was dead to begin with.  ”

“  What happened to you? Where are your parents?  ”

“  It’s not heaven he’s from! It’s straight from the stinking flames of hell!  ”

“ The power of Satan is in him; I can feel it. Can’t you? ”

“ He has been sent first to tempt you. But it’s not too late. ”

“ Sweetheart, you can’t buy the necessities of life with cookies. ”

“  You see, before he came down here, it never snowed. ”

“  If he weren’t up there now, I don’t think it would be snowing. ”

“ I don’t love you anymore. I just want you to go, okay? Just go. ”

“  Are you serious? I’m gonna lose you to that? He isn’t even human.. ”

“  Trust me, dearie, it’s gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out.  ”

“ We could have a life, us two. ”

“  Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.  ”

“ In these once familiar streets I feel… shadows… everywhere.  ”

“ You have a room over the shop, don’t you?  ”

“  Haven’t been there in years. People think it’s haunted. ”

“ You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice. ”

“ I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.  ”

“  If I see your face again on this street, you’ll rue the day you were born. ”

“  You’ll kill me, boy? Well here I stand! ”

“  You’re barking mad! Killing a man what done ya no harm! ”

“ Don’t worry no one’ll recognize you. You’re safe now.  ”

“ I’ve never had dreams. Only nightmares.  ”

“ I won’t slay anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind.  ”

“ Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? ”

“ Some says you survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter.   ”

“  There is a place, like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery and danger. ”

“  Why is it you’re always too small or too tall?  ”

“ You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.  ”

“ It looks like you’ve run afoul of something with wicked claws… ”

“  What if it were agreed that “proper” meant wearing a codfish on your head?   ”

“ Do you know what I’ve always dreaded?  ”

“  I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.  ”

“  If you’re hiding her, you will lose your heads.  ”

“ I don’t care! He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for me!  ”

“ I’ve been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and stuffed into a teapot.  ”

“  So, I’ve come to you hoping you might understand what it’s like. ”

“ There are questions I have to answer, things I have to do. ”

“  You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. ”

[winifredsharrow]

ernstkatz:

Ernst was indeed shaking. He was sure that every minute he would be in full fit of hyperventilating but he very well understood that this was a situation demanding his full concentration and if something went wrong he would only have himself to blame. Sure, the child could be just having fun but be it just a scratch or a serious injury he did find it somehow strange that a child would be stuck in such an odd place. 

“I need a match” Ernst realised she was not French and did not know how well she spoke French so he tried to show with his fingers something between a spaghetti and a line or whatever could work for pantomiming what he needed. “Help me, please!” he said in English. That was of very few words he could say in English.   He waved his hand to show her that she should follow him. He understood very well how risky it was for her to take the step. If he wanted he could have killed her. 

Winifred was entirely unsure of what the man wanted from her. Although she had spent a while now in France, she still found it hard to understand the language and accents at times. This was one of those times, unfortunately. She stood staring at the man for a long while, trying to figure out what he wanted and coming up empty. She was sure that he spoke of needing help but she wasn’t aware of what she could do.

Holding her hands out in front of her in a protective manner, Winifred simply said “Alright, okay” before moving towards the man, indicating that she was prepared to follow him wherever he may lead. Hopefully it wasn’t into the alleyway where she would be murdered.

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

I don’t really care so much what people say about me because it usually is a reflection of who they are. Half of the way anyone experiences art is them. They bring their experiences, their observations.

[winifredsharrow]

ernstkatz:

Taking long walks was nothing unusual for Ernst. He lived for walking. It was the only thing that was for free. Well, not always but when you had no money and no expensive watches there was nothing one could steal from you and he had nothing fancy to parade apart from an old soldier coat stripped off badges and fashioned to look more civil. 

He has been in Paris for just 2 months and he already knew Montmartre, Montparnasse and Belleville quite well. His two places, his two homes. He did like to watch people, to see what they were about to and imagine their personal life stories. He was often interrupted by others, people laughing, singing drunk songs, vomiting, dancing, insulting but not like this. A child crying in the gutter. He kneeled down but he did not see anyone. ‘Hello?’ He kneeled down. Not a word came out only weeping and finally some whispering. ‘I am here’ a fragile voice said. ‘Are you hurt?’ Ernst asked to which a child said yes. He immediately offered his hand, not realising that neither one of them could see. He tried to find a match but he could not. 

No one was there in the God-forsaken night. Just when he needed it! What a stroke of luck that lady was! “Mademoiselle, can you help me? S´il vous plait! A child is there! And probably hurt!” 

Winifred was taken off guard when someone began to yell about a child needing help. She seemed to snap out of her moping and turned to the source. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, unsure of what to do. The look on the man’s face that was asking for her help was full of genuine worry, enough that Winifred put aside any thoughts that this may be a trap or a scam. She did her best not to seem disingenuous as she reached out to hold the man by his shoulder.

“Calm down now, take a breath” Winifred answered, her voice steady “Are you sure that there is a child and that they are hurt? Where did you see this?” She knew that her French wasn’t the best and it was obvious from her accent that she was American, but she had been in town long enough to have picked up on a few phrases here and there. Enough to get her around, anyway. 

As she waited for an answer, Winifred looked around in attempts to figure out where the source of this man’s worry was. It wasn’t unusual for children to be found in the streets, sometimes Winifred would find a child waiting outside for their parent who had entered the club.