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SESSION - 01.

@fleurdacier

           “ Excellent, just like that... Shoulder to me, keep your chin down. ” She’s in his crosshair. Pale skin, dark hair-- the artist’s preferred model! He smiles, fingers the camera, and with a click she’s immortalized behind his shutter. “ Once more, but this time... ” 

The cyclops looks out from behind his OBSCURA-- and though for him she models red velvets, he sees it as rivers of blood. Her neck split, her eyes pulled from their sockets. This one has SO much more potential than even she knows, he only need draw it out. “ You must make yourself bare. R A W. Reach deep within and pull until it HURTS. That is what I must capture from you. ”

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Wowee this blog needs some fixing.

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     “ SHOW ME YOUR PASSION! Youth, femininity, beauty! All are tools at your disposal, use them. ” He SLINKS around the room-- camera flash tracking his movements against the studio walls. This shall be the before, of that he’s already decided. First, she shall be immortalized in life, innocent, and then she will be captured in-between. 

Innocence tarnished! Delight to fear. 

The moment the knife pierces pale flesh, the second that blood SPILLS forth from the knife’s entry, he shall be there to immortalize that too. Her screams of pleasure all but urging his grim work forwards. “ Just like that, very good. Have you done this sort of work before? ”

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“ I’ve blacked out the windows of my studio… and I create BLOODY HELL in this sunless room. ”

Private | Selective Stefano Valentini of Bethesda’s The Evil Within 2.

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armedwithaflashlight:

“I.. what..” One hand reached up to cover her mouth, eyes open wide in absolute horror as she took a step back. For the first time in a very long time, Moira was left speechless, and rightfully so. Dismembered arms, legs, all manner of female body parts.. posed and put on display for what this man seemed to think as some sort of sick art show. It disturbed her greatly to see him just staring in awe, snapping away with his camera with no amount of concern shown. God, she wanted to vomit.

“Oh, sweet mother of shit..” She mumbled underneath her breath. Her first instinct told her to get the fuck out, which she fully intended to do while backing away from the display. “This is.. this is fucking twisted.”

          “ Ugh. You’re all so quick to dole your judgements! Just... breathe it in, let it sit with you. APPRECIATE the art so that you might understand it! Twisted. Bah. That’s just what those so-called critics said. THEY do not deserve to eat my shit from out a dog bowl! ” Her reaction is visceral, beautiful! But her words-- oh, how they sting the artist! How they ruin his over-inflated sense of PRIDE! 

“ You just need to learn. Same as them. Come here, come closer-- I will show you how to properly appreciate a master’s craft. ” KNIFE is brandished freely. An oddly ornate, long blade that looks just as fantastical as it rightfully should. He doesn’t care if she screams, after all, to him they’ll just be heard as pleasurable moans.

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Ah, yes. public displays of carnal passion! Two bodies interlinked just out of sight, out of knowing-- yet could be ruined at a moment’s notice... Makes for quite the picture. Hm. Inspiration has struck! 

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Yay! Coped in one day! :з

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tillaras:

Sebastian’s learnt years ago there’s no point in trying to figure out what the fuck psycho language means in here while trying to survive, focusing instead on what matters, what the goal is; where Lily’s been hidden away. Pistol positioned at a traditional low ready, fingers re-situated themselves over the rubber bumps in case one of his sick creations appears for another round while he prepares for whatever it is he intends to do with him. Though he’s hoping that was the last of it, ruining that chance; ammo was precious here, something to be concious of, and despite the weapons caches sitting around the town, there was only so much left to loot.

His talk of art was getting on his nerves, barely drawing a bitter scoff over it all. His gaze narrows and he repeats his question, a harsh growl of an emphasis on each word; ❝ Where is she. ❞

“ Close. ” He mutters-- voice and mind a fair distance away at the moment. Is that all that he could muster? ‘Where is the girl?’ How asinine! This man was blind to what’s happening now, to the creative forces at work within the both of them. “ Is that all you care about?! Not the process? Not the... Ascension that you’re about to undergo? Ugh, such is the blight of the philistine upon the creative mind.” Stefano rants! Cool leather pressed against his forehead in an exaggerated display of bitter disappointment. 

                “ I’m really beginning to tire of this obstinance of yours, my friend. I try so hard to mold you, to prepare you, to share my art with you-- and yet you remain horridly unfocused. You want the girl? Very well. She can be INCLUDED. ” 

Fingers snap, and the world shifts around them. Carpets melt away to reveal black and white zig-zags-- walls shift like a play’s scenery to be replaced by flowing red curtains. The serenade comes to life, and this time it’s accompanied by the screams of a frightened child.

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New Giallo-inspired theme background brought to you by the fabulous Necro B)

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The Evil Within-Sentence Meme Pt.1

● „Gives ya the creeps, doesn’t it?“ ● „I’m sure we’ll know everything once we get there.“ ● „Smells like blood…“ ● „Are you injured? What happened here?“ ● „Whatever are you talking about?“ ● „What the hell is going on here?“ ● „You’re always welcome here.“ ● „You mustn’t fight it, this is for your own good.“ ● „Tell me, am I going crazy?“ ● „Hey, are you from around here? I don’t know-“ ● „It is imperative that we find him.“ ● „For all I know I’m losing my mind and you’re just a delusion.“ ● „We must be collectively losing our minds.“ ● „Who the hell are you?“ ● „I don’t know what I am but it’s definitely not okay.“ ● „Jesus…. What happened? My head feels like… like…“ ● „I don’t know what came over me, I haven’t been feeling well, but…“ ● „There’s something wrong with this place.“ ● „You don’t look well, you should take better care of yourself.“ ● „Let’s rest a minute, we can’t keep going at this pace.“ ●„Hang in there. Just a little further.“ ● „I’m fine, no need to worry.“ ● „We don’t have time for this, I need my partner here. I’m counting on you.“ ● „You don’t need to worry about me.“ ● „You have to stay with me, there is no other way.“ ● „You ever had the urge to just jump? When you’re on a high place or the subway rolls by? Imagine if you had that urge for a minute straight, then two minutes…“ ● „You’re not listening! I’m not worried about stopping it! I’m worried about not wanting to stop it…“ ● „I don’t know why and I can’t reason it away. It’s like instinct and it’s getting stronger.“ ● „I can’t help if you leave me in the dark.“ ● „You don’t look well at all…“

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Francesca directed by Luciano Onetti

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cursia:

It all started with a headless body of one of Sarif’s employees, the head turning up a couple days later behind the building — found by one of their night shift staff — with which Sarif quickly covered up the bloody scent so the press and the police didn’t smell it yet, buying time. Adam could see why he did it, still suffering from the accident six months ago, but he could’ve done without having this mystery dumped on his shoulders along with everything else.

Footage from what was gathered and scrubbed up by Pritchard, matching with what he heard Alexander talking about a couple days ago over a killer on the loose, one with an artistic flair, they turned their attention on the exhibition happening tonight. Which answered why he was there, following the directions being given via his infolink, finding himself within where he’s displaying his work— if you could even call it that. 

As soon as he saw a couple pieces, he could tell this was toeing the blurred line between genius and insane finely. And he must’ve been on the same page as the visitors, mumbles of disapproval all around him over the subjects he’s chosen for his fine works in such lights made evident before moving on to another part of the gallery, drawing on sheer vexation across the poor creator’s face for a moment before being masked by forced, polite pleasantries; oh, the woes of an artist.

Adam waits until there’s only a few people mulling around until he quips casually, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. ❝ Interesting take on art. ❞ / @obscuramortis. / sc. 

         ‘ VULGAR displays of worrying objectification. ’ That is precisely how one critic had so aptly labeled his art-- and no doubt what these doddering phillistines believed them to be. How awful this was, the third show and still not one person to properly appreciate his work! What he was offering these people was a unique and intimate look in to the copulation between life and death. The malleability and FRAGILITY of the human body. That anyone would dare to simplify it shook Stefano Valentini to his very core.

OH! The struggle !!

         So, when one of the patrons mutter a word bordering on such appreciation, his attention is instantly focused-- eyes quick to lock on the stranger as lips pull in to a tight smirk. “ Oh. Pardon my asking, sir, but... please. How is it that you would describe this ‘take’? My pictures, what do they say to you? ”

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faithruns:

     ❛ you must be new, ❜ which meant he was either mid to upper caste, because these roofs? they were known for the lo-caste and offgrids such as herself. he says thief and she almost acts offended.  ❛ nah, i’m just a courier. ❜ a runner.  ❛ not really interested in whatever you’re doing. ❜

       “A courier! How rude of me, I stand corrected. ” HUNTING GROUND. He’d long since tired of the rich, of the upper crust from which he’d detached himself. It was Stefano’s belief that if an artist was to truly thrive, then they could only hope to do so beyond the constraints of class or law. 

“ Don’t say that. Look at you, you must be STARVING to see something of actual substance. Glass towers, dirt, grime-- it’s all so bland. Come. Won’t you let me show you my art? ”

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