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I REMEMBERED THE PASSWORD TO THIS BLOG

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BANG BANG! —— ooc;  i know i ignore this blog a lot but i want everyone to know that every time i think of the prestige i consider that william has killed a few small animals in the name of tricks, so the whole shadow magic thing was just another step

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hhhh i want to draw a lot of Maxwells so here have William

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Katzenjammer // Hey Ho (On the Devil’s Back)

Lord, I’m only human

I’m tired and I wanna go home.

Let me ride on the devil’s back,

But save my soul, save my soul.

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Quotth.

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Everyone in London knew of the Blanc family. Though they weren’t rich or famous, they were quite well off compared to most families and workers in the area. The family’s three daughters were the reason everyone knew the name. Sadistic women who toyed with everyone and flaunted their money. To today’s standards it wouldn’t be that much, but back then, they were of the higher of the middle class for sure.

Being raised in London, they have no outside knowledge of the states or how people there act. So when they were given the chance to travel to the country, they were more than excited to see just how ‘uncivilized’ Americans seem to be.

There, nobody knew them. No one’s ever heard of the infamous Blanc sisters. Nobody knew what they’ve done, who they were, or why they’re there. Women who desires wealth, power and knowledge, it enraged them to know that nobody ever heard of their name.

❝ Watch where you’re going. ❞

The eldest hissed as someone rudely bumped into her. Her accent thick as can be. She knew she shouldn’t have tried to tour the city by herself but it wasn’t like her sisters were very willing to leave the hotel room either.

           — THE MAGICIAN is a nervous man, a quiet man, but not a man with the naivete of a child; too many times as a youth was meek demeanor taken advantage of to give merit to the trust of strangers, too many times in too many dark corners had his coinpurse been emptied and face fallen in the filthy street. Such is the way of wealth: those who have any and not the spine to hold to it taken advantage of by those starving and ambitious who have none. Such is where the nerves are weakened, where resolve is broken rather than born.                      New York and London are twins in it, though one a shining utopia of progression and the other a still-turning ancient machine, and he is as used to New York as he is to its brother. Having enough strength to get by, never enough to truly live. Never, with the works of debts and their collectors. Men cannot live on ambition; you cannot eat a dream, you cannot drink deep from it. A dream does not house you, cannot weave the clothes on your back. A dream offers no protection.                     He loses himself, at times, in thoughts, whittles his motions down to little more than that of an automaton, driven by steam and basic human instinct. There is not much to him, not much to avoid, yet still his trance breaks from the force to his arm, from the words that snap like whipcracks in his ears.                      “ I beg your pardon, madam, ” he sputters out, immediate, head bowed. She is a woman with eyes like fire, with a voice like steel, and he bends to it, matching the thickness in her accent but with a change in its origin. “ I-I’ll be making sure to keep watch in the future. Are you quite all right? ”

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Under the old ribs of the rock retreating, Faust Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Illus. by Harry Clarke New York: Hartsdale House, 1925.

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i’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel it’s all that i can give to you, my dear & when you come in quick to steal a kiss my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

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                                                 let us go, then, you and i,                                     like alice down the rabbit hole, to a time                                where there were still dark places in the world,                            and there were men who dared to delve into them.

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BANG BANG! — about page complete. tag dump.

( [XV.] THE DEVIL ) — maxwell ( [ I.] THE MAGICIAN ) — william ( [XVI.] THE TOWER ) — Them ( [III.] THE EMPRESS ) — charlie ( [IX.] THE HERMIT ) — wilson ( [X.] WHEEL OF FORTUNE ) — willow ( [XIII.] DEATH ) — wendy ( [VIII.] STRENGTH ) — wolfgang ( [II.] THE HIGH PRIESTESS ) — wickerbottom ( [VII.] THE CHARIOT ) — wx-78 ( [XVIII.] THE MOON ) — woodie ( [0.] THE FOOL ) — wes  i’ll get to the dlc characters later im tired ( [XXI.] THE WORLD. | aes. ) ( [KING] OF SWORDS | musing ) ( [KNIGHT] OF PENTACLES | queue. ) ( [ACE] OF PENTACLES | promo ) ( [THREE] OF SWORDS . | maxlie . )  ( [TEN] OF SWORDS . | maxwil . )

( — phonograph . ) — music ( — ferrotype . ) — image ( — newspaper word cutouts . ) — headcanon ( — the puppetmaster that cursed my dick . ) — crack

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