there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

stockholm's cold but i’ve been told i was born to endure this kind of weather.
emmylou // first aid kit
 
feeling weird and hollow. going to ikea. #tired
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[bt] lazy summer goddess, you can tell our whole empire, i don't have to see you right now.
mt washington // local natives
 
[MAIN MISSION]

After a long deserved hiatus, the Weiss Kreuz are back. Your mission, which you will accept whether you fu-cking want to or not, is simple: we're going break into Watergate (an esteemed and verifiably trashy night club), kill its owner, Meinrad Wolfgang, and steal all his shit. The bastard has been moving into our territory, spreading some false rumours, and purchasing all the property in the area (not to mention he has a plethora of drugs and money). Since we don't want to waste it, we're also going to crack his vault, and then finally, burn the place down.

Sounds easy enough.
 
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Link to read: soooon
Tagging: n/a
 
Also, if you have any ideas for Jules/your character's relationship, please comment below! I'd love to hear your thoughts :3
hot summer nights, mid-july, when you and i were forever wild. will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful?
young and beautiful // lana del rey
 
listening to this on repeat all day.
why is she such a queen uuguu
wait, they don't love you like i love you, my angus please stay.
maps // yeah yeah yeah's
 
TWO THUMBS UP FOR LAZY TEMPLATE USAGE.
[bt] hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? i'm gonna change you like a remix, then i'll raise you like a phoenix.
the phoenix // fall out boy
 
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JULIEN STARK (age unknown)
 
--> Birthday: December 25th - Capricorn
 
-->Specialization: Throwing Knives, Strategy, and Linguistics
 
-->Likes: Novels, kerosine and vinegar, leather jackets, observing, Molotov cocktails, justice, Tarantino flicks, broken glass, Rilke, freckles, tattoo sleeves, world history, his Walther P99, brown-eyed girls, being left alone, Purity Ring, thunderstorms, his iron-worked family ring, city lights.
 
-->Dislikes: Disloyalty, liars, pop culture, rich people, crowds (they make him nervous), Americana, waking up late, sweatpants, messes (tends to be a little OCD with things), Nazi jokes, hot drinks, summertime, Toph when he's in one of his moods
 
-->Poison: Vodka, whiskey, beer, pretty much anything that gets him feeling hazy.
 
-->Music Taste: Purity Ring, Deerhunter, Poor Spirits, Bear In Heaven, Passion Pit, Neon Indian, basically Indie Electronica. Sometimes he listens to classical or instrumental, like Goldmund and Beethoven and Dustin O'Halloran - but only when he's alone and tired.
 
-->Personality: Serious, sincere, appears calm and collected, ironic sense of humour, opinionated, extremely intelligent, cautious, ruthless, grouchy, quiet, doesn't talk much, modest, great at strategy and planning, knows how people think, very introspective, throws the perfect one liners.
 
-->Bio: No one knows where the boss came from, or when, or why he came in the first place. No one knows his age or past. No one knows the man under the freckles and stone-cold gaze. A series of endless contradictions, Julien can't be pinned down.
 
And you know what? He likes it that way.
 
He's smart, though. Really smart. He's fluent in four languages, manages the entire operation without a bead of sweat, and can kick your ass in five seconds if he wanted. His hair is naturally that white, thank you very much. He doesn't talk much, and mostly prefers to observe his surroundings than participate. His group, the Weiss Kreuz, adore him - even if they are more than a little scared of him.
 
He and his best friend, Toph, started up the group a couple years ago, when they were just fifteen. The boys share a bit of a love-hate relationship - much like brothers in that sense - and frequently argue. The Weiss Kreuz knows Jules is the boss, but Toph is convinced he's the big shot and runs the place. For the most part, Jules lets him get away with it.
 
One odd thing though: he walks around with a locket in his back pocket. A women's locket, old and rusting. And he flips out if he thinks he's lost it.
 
That's the thing with mysteries: you never truly know the person you're dealing with.
 
-->Biggest Secret: The rusted locket's original owner is the Chancellor's daughter, Charlotte Beringer. AKA the daughter of the most powerful form of government in the country. AKA the very government the Weiss Kreuz fights against, constantly ridicules, and despises with their whole being.
 
AKA his girlfriend.
 
-->Model: Max Krieger
 
-->Taken by: @threnodies
 

QUESTIONS:
 
-->(1) Why did you choose to join the Weiss Kreuz, and what were you doing prior?
 
Toph and I created the Weiss Kreuz, what the hell are you talking about?
 
-->(2) How much combat experience have you had? How much education have you received?
 
My father taught me everything I know. I haven't much professional schooling, but I consider myself knowledgeable. I'm fluent in three languages and have held the group up so far. I'm no idiot, in the very least.
 
-->(3) Are you willing to follow all orders, regardless of the consequences?
 
I'm the one giving orders. If anyone tries telling me what to do, I have a variety of weapons that need some beta testing.
 
-->(4) Do you believe in the mind, the body, or the heart?
 
Every situation demands certain aspects of each, and all can be corrupted with a little manipulation. Humans are a fragile species.
 
Myself included.
you make my heart spin sorrow into silk. {cinderella; 8/17}
silk // giselle
 
seventeen fairy tales challenge.
cinderella; 8/17
 
feeling really stressed over interpersonal problems lately. it's all so trivial and stupid, and makes me angry, but it keeps happening and i don't know how to stop it.
sigh.
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EVERY SAINT HAS A PAST, AND EVERY SINNER HAS A FUTURE. [BT]
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^^^JOIN JOIN JOIN^^^
 
In Berlin, Germany lives a band of thieves and orphans. We survive in the streets and wield guns and knives like our parents held Barbie dolls. We are the fallen angels rising out of the rubble, our wings dripping blood and oil. We fight for vengeance and cigarettes and lost childhoods. We steal from the privileged and powerful and give to the poor. We break glasses and pour kerosine and wreak havoc because we can.

The government is out to get us. They're convinced we're terrorists and need to be wiped off the map, and that we threaten the very structure their society is built on. We trample that society to the ground. Legally, we're considered dead, without parents, without beating hearts or brains. We're just ghosts decked out in leather and guns, waiting, watching, preparing. We were once human like you, followed the rules like you, let ourselves be controlled like you.
 
But now we're free.

We like to think of ourselves as the modern day Robin Hood. Just trade in the bow and arrow for a rifle and a Balisong and we're set. We live in the shadows and operate behind closed doors, working mostly at night to do people's dirty work - whether it be an assassination or a robbery or a chance to trade in angel dust. We've got our fingers dipped in everything we can.

We are the Weiss Kreuz, and we will not go down without a fight.
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careful what you say next, don't waste a single drop, gathering your storm, i talk to fill the space {the princess + the pea; 7/17}
heavy feet // local natives

seventeen fairy tales challenge.
the princess + the pea; 7/17
 
i've been playing world of warcraft all day, since there was an ice storm and the literacy test was cancelled so i didn't have to go to school. i leveled up by like five ranks though, so that's pretty rad. le sigh.
hello, my old heart, how have you been? are you still there inside my chest? i've been so worried, you've been so still, barely beating at all. {sleeping beauty; 6/17}
hello, my old heart // the oh hello's
 
seventeen fairy tales challenge.
sleeping beauty; 6/17
 
watching season two of a game of thrones. i can't cope with the mortality rate of this show. thank god for the starks.
everything must start again anew, everything just goes that way my friend, every king knows it to be true, that every kingdom must one day come to an end. {snow white; 5/17}
everything // ben howard
 
seventeen fairy tales challenge.
snow white; 5/17
 
took me forever to finish this. i'm really lacking the drive to make sets lately. le sigh.
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