#♡. hatter.v01 ( pregame ) ⁄ ⁄ campus chorus .

[astrummorte-m]

@breathofcosmos from here.

"A mix of a winter forest and patches of lingering autumn. That sort of idea of 'twilight zone of seasonal change'. I think it would be a great addition to my portfolio to try, but of course, this is a commission being done, and not something I can go buckwild on." he can't help but chuckle, looking at the two items in his hands and nodding absentmindedly. "I think... I think trying to use a very pale blue might work a little better. Frosty, almost. Ah hah."

[stellarhistoria]

faro hawthorne tags

♡.   hatter.ic     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.aesthetic     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.visage     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.v01 ( pregame )     ⁄ ⁄   campus chorus .

♡.   hatter.v02 ( campaign )     ⁄ ⁄   death of innocence .

♡.   hatter.about     ⁄ ⁄   dorm room dissolution .

♡.   hatter.bond: ( alyx )     ⁄ ⁄   it’s not that serious ; we’re just friends .

♡.   hatter.thoughts     ⁄ ⁄   being the normal one is so fucking exhausting .

♡.   hatter.asks     ⁄ ⁄   so says the jack of clubs .

[stellarhistoria]

"... No," he says with a reluctant sigh. "I would be able to claim anything in that moment, and I know myself well enough that I'd fuck it up. It's well within my purview to give them the ability to BLAME me for what happens during those eight hours, and everything after. Our school isn't, ah... hm. They care in their own way, but it's not a good way." the idea of obedience over independence. wasn't that what it was? "I want to stay under the radar. This is why this is hypothetical and far from the campus. I'm not trying that shit."

         "Huh...yer a lot nicer than me about it." Nicole would have simply stuck to her original plans and robbed a bank. At least at this point, she wouldn't have to worry about the college life and stuff. But...he had a lot of better ways. His would have benefit everyone else, Nicole's choices would have only benefit her. "I mean...yers could literally change tha college fer tha better if yer only gainin' positives an' shit. Tell 'em wha' they're doin' wrong, wha' could be better an' stuff. Hell, if youse could make 'em care, tha'd be tha best thin' in tha world."

[astrummorte-m]

faro hawthorne tags

[stellarhistoria]

faro tags - wehwhew

♡.   hatter.ic     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.aesthetic     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.visage     ⁄ ⁄   the token human .

♡.   hatter.v01 ( pregame )     ⁄ ⁄   campus chorus .

♡.   hatter.v02 ( campaign )     ⁄ ⁄   death of innocence .

♡.   hatter.about     ⁄ ⁄   dorm room dissolution .

♡.   hatter.bond: ( alyx )     ⁄ ⁄   it’s not that serious ; we’re just friends .

♡.   hatter.thoughts     ⁄ ⁄   being the normal one is so fucking exhausting .

♡.   hatter.asks     ⁄ ⁄   so says the jack of clubs .

[astrummorte-m]

"In a sense, y'could say that." faro was never good at saying how he felt about art and the pieces that came from it, often displaying his countenance as unimpressed at best & scornful at worst. it wasn't intended, it was just something he found himself leaning on, when people often found him disconcerting to begin with. he was the doorman, he had to be INTIMIDATING to make sure people would think twice about entering the dorms for hateful intent behind action.

steel blue eyes flicker from the stunning woman to the painting, thinking for a moment. "I'm not good with words, but then again, that's what art is for, right?" he half-mutters, as he tries to make conversation, stepping up beside her rather than lingering in her shade. "I'm not going to claim I'm of the same field as this - but many would say I'm an artist, too. I prefer creator." it helps when he believes he's not making art, or making something beautiful. he creates. something, anything, everything he makes, he creates.

"What about you? Onlooker or critic, today, ma'am?" he half-jests, wondering if such sentiment was barred from his countenance, even though he swears he's lightly smiling.

╰┈➤ @astrummorte got healed ❤

Amidst   the   spectacular   GRANDEUR   of   the   art   gallery's   debut   soirée,   she   finds   herself   enveloped   by   a   myriad   of   artistic   expressions,   each   canvas   beckoning   like   a   regal   portico   to   realms   yet   undiscovered,   ripe   for   the   mind's   adventure   and   wonder.   The   atmosphere,   permeated   with   the   compelling   aroma   of   fresh   paint   and   the   prospect   of   new   beginnings,   hums   with   the   sotto   voce   of   connoisseurs   and   neophytes   alike,   each   voice   a   thread   in   the   tapestry   of   animated   discourse   that   inhabits   the   space.   Amid   this   vibrant   kaleidoscope   of   color   and   creativity,   Orihime's   gaze   is   inexorably   drawn   to   one   masterpiece   that   commands   the   room,   as   if   predestined   by   some   divine   choreography   of   the   muse.   It   stands   as   a   conundrum   enshrined   within   a   frame,   its   luminosity   piercing   the   veil   that   separates   the   tangible   from   the   ineffable.

The   painting’s   palette   is   a PHANTASMAGORIA   of   shades,   a   visual   symphony   that   beckons   to   the   subconscious,   an   echo   of   the   cosmos's   own   resplendent   beauty,   inviting   souls   to   lose   themselves   in   its   depths.   It   is   not   merely   a   feast   for   the   eyes   but   an   epiphany   that   reaches   deep   into   the   beholder's   essence,   a   siren's   call   to   those   who   yearn   for   the   profound   connection   that   only   true   art   can   evoke.   The   painter's   palette   narrates   an   epic   odyssey   without   words,   a   discourse   that   oscillates   between   the   tumultuous   and   the   tranquil,   speaking   in   the   intimate   vernacular   of   the   heart's   innermost   yearnings.   Engulfed   by   the   radiant   interplay   of   light   and   shadow,   she   feels   the   proximity   of   another   presence    magnetically   lured   by   the   masterpiece's   ineffable   allure.   "Are   you   captivated   by   this   piece   as   well?"   She   inquired.

[stellarhistoria]

"That is, one way to handle it," he huffs out a laugh once more, the edges of his eyes turning upwards slightly at the quiet show of amusement towards how she views the situation as a better reward than the risk could ever be. "Myself? Anything I want, only positives, for that long? I would want to go meet the big shots of my campus. Tell them how I feel about what they're doing. You know how the college life is- everything is gods awful and the world keeps spinning like it don't even care. Probably doesn't, for all we know."

         "Oh hell no. I've always been told if i's too good ta be true, i' prolly is. Bu' tha risk/reward factor is too strong. Especially if I only get positives from i'? They never tell me wha' them positives is. Fer all I know, I still could be arrested an' sittin' in jail. Bu' then I like...fuckin' meet tha guy who runs tha pizza place I like so much. An' he offers me like fifty free pizzas. I dunno. Bu' I'll be swimmin' in cash when I leave. So risk/reward is def who we have ta look inta when we plot these crimes." She understood the feeling all too well. Nicole would love to not have to worry about things. Just save a ton of money, put a lot away, and live comfortably. "--Wha' about youse?"