#thief & heist

[terymlxyrstdus]

i read a lot of angst. I read crimson rivers, I read atyd fuck I read choices for normal people I read they both die at the end, the perks of being a wallflower, dead poets society, call me by your name so i thought in my experience there really isn’t book that would totally emotionaly kill me…well i started the Book thief yesterday. I literally read 30 pages and oh man that book is something else

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

rogue of heartin'

[puppyeared]

43. For the ask game

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

going straight for the jugular arent we

[marqenobi]

I hope someday to be the father of a thief.

SERGIO MARQUINA in La Casa de Papel 5x07

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Is it just me or we barely have any tomarry heist au's??? Like, imagine them teaming up and breaking into places — Tom doing the planning/breaking in and Harry doing the stealing and making plans on his feet if they have any problems. Imagine, everyone is after them but no one knows who they are — and they are ALWAYS successful.

[maespri]

do you ever think about how taylor swift wrote reputation after playing persona 5 and witnessing shuake

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[hbfmguy2]

The Jewellery Heist, Part 4

Both elderly proprieters were terrified. With the door to their store locked and it being well past most Stockholm shops’ closing time, neither Gruffyd nor Karlsson knew what to do other than to obey this crazed and athletic redhead. “Face down on the floor now!” the woman ordered the petrified Mattaeus, who was still clutching his chest. The man obeyed and the female intruder placed a sharp-heeled foot in the middle of Karlsson’s back, causing him to exclaim in discomfort, while she pulled out several lengths of rope from her handbag. Hadrianus stood gazing at her, his hands still raised in capitulation, scared but curious as to what this long-legged virago would do next. He soon found out.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back!” the woman ordered him firmly. To his concern, Gruffyd realised he was to be tied up. He would be helpless, at her mercy. Nonetheless, he did not possess the courage to take this unstable fury on. He obeyed and soon she had his upper arms bound and was then tying the man’s wrists together behind him. It was tight, very tight. When Gruffyd pleaded for his bonds to be made looser, the woman simply laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet, my friend!” she grinned. Meanwhile Mattaeus lay silent and humiliated, held in place on the floor by their assailant’s heel.

To be continued.

[raifuujin]

Anyone else feel like Kaito is almost becoming a secondary character in his own manga due to the heists slowly becoming DC clones of figuring out the tricks going on instead of just letting the heist happen and staying within Kaito's perspective.

[m4rms]

The Last Heist book cover

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I'm so stupidly in love with heist is it too delulu of me to believe he absolutely adores his partner in crime too

[grunge-samurai]

What do you mean it's been over a year since my last meme about Michael Mann and the undying love I have towards his filmography?

[theheistattheball]

Book Recs for Heist at the Ball lovers 🫶

~mostly male pov, thief plot, retellings, & simp bf

I tried to add some lesser known books, so you guys can actually find something NEW

[otrtbs]

hi nat!!

i'm re-reading ahb again and i just noticed that when the crew meets up for the first time on the plane and marlene is complaining about having to work with "not professionals", remus implies that he actually does have some experience...and then it's never acknowledged again.

sooo what did our boy remus get up to in his past to have this sort of experience? 👀👀

hi!!!

it was nothing that special, remus is just very good with slight of hand. five finger discount type thing.

chocolate from tesco, a sweater (sorry, jumper) from primark

chains are free reign 🙂‍↕️

[vhstown]

idk where the idea of miles g being super rich from his vigilante work came from tbh... like ppl don't drop stacks of money when u take them out like it's minecraft please 😭 bro isn't cigar in mouth briefcases of cash golden tooth feet kicked up on desk type rich please let's be a little serious he's lucky if he gets out w his life let alone 10 grand????

also im pretty sure they literally just started and their base is aarons garage i feel like bro would have better chances working at target 💀

[tildeathiwillwrite]

There's a Thief! Loose! In the Draigo Stronghold!

(The Watcher and the Thief, Chapter 2 Scene 1)

June of Doom Day 5: "It's not as bad as it looks." / Bite / Swelling / Disfiguration

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Fandom: Original Work

Words: 900

Tag List:@juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf

CW: deception, sabotage, arguing, bruises, swelling

A/N: No one knows what the thief is going to do next! Least of all the thief! (parodied from comedian John Mulaney) Comedy aside, we're actually getting to the "thief" part of TWatT. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to make that horse loose in a hospital joke.

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It was surprisingly easy to get close to the Draigo stronghold unseen. Sure, his employer had said they wouldn’t be paying much attention to the east entrance with the Council meeting in session, but Rift had to admit that he’d had his reservations about just… walking up to the building. He’d even gone to the trouble of putting on the disguise and getting into character hours before drawing near the stronghold, for fear of running into some far-flung patrol.

His employer had been correct, though. Nobody was paying much attention to the east entrance. The solitary guard minding it even wished him good morning as he went past! The Draigo truly were confident that their reputation would keep would-be thieves and assassins away.

The smart ones, anyway.

Rift absently palmed a small, round, flat metal object from one of the many hidden pockets on his person. A number of these strange objects had been gifted to him by his employer, with instructions that he place all of them around the stronghold before the Council meeting ended. He had not asked what the purpose of the objects was, and his employer had not elaborated, only given a stern reminder before they parted ways.

He flicked his wrist, and the object skipped across the ground, stopping against the wall near the guard. The guard didn’t notice, and Rift continued walking, consciously putting a purposeful bounce in his step.

Loop around the north side of the stronghold first, make a pass at the Council chambers—and if possible, get one of the objects under the door—plant the remaining objects as close to the chambers as possible, and keep one on hand for outside the archives. The idea was to concentrate the Draigo at the Council chambers and fool them into thinking they were under attack.

Those particular instructions had piqued Rift’s curiosity as to what, exactly, the objects would do. He supposed as he made his way towards the north side of the stronghold, that he would find out soon enough.

He dropped another object into a fancy-looking vase as he passed. The clicking sound it made echoed strangely through the mouth, and he winced, hurrying on his way. Not many Draigo around to notice, but still…

As Rift drew close to the west side of the stronghold, to the building where the Council chambers lay, the sounds of arguing drew his attention. He paused, head cocked, trying to locate the source of the voices. Up ahead… around the side of the building, maybe?

The voices grew louder and more heated as he drew closer.

“…not Marcella. Let me speak to Maelyn, then!”

“Miss Sorro is accompanying the Justice Head in the meeting. You will simply have to wait.”

A muffled thud, followed by a muttered curse.

“De Silv, if you do not compose yourself, I will have to see you out.”

“You can’t—!”

“…is everything alright over here?” Rift rounded the corner and paused, a carefully crafted look of concern on his face. Two elves, both facing away from him, flinched and whirled around, twin looks of surprise on their faces.

The elf furthest from him, with silvery hair, exhausted eyes and what appeared to be a bruise on the side of his face, recovered first. “Yes, of course,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair and wincing as he brushed the bruise. “I apologize for my outburst. It… it has been a long few days without rest. I am simply… frustrated. My message is incredibly urgent.”

“So you’ve made clear,” the other elf muttered. Raising his voice, he addressed Rift. “Thank you for your concern, lord…?”

“Theodoric Graves,” Rift supplied, giving a small bow. “From the far east stronghold on business. And I must apologize for intruding on your discussion, but I’ve only just arrived myself… is the Council in session?”

The silver-haired elf grimaced. “Correct.”

Rift nodded. “That would explain why the place is all but deserted.” He crossed his arms and glanced around the corner to the entrance of the building. “Any clue when the meeting’s ending?”

The elves glanced at each other before the other elf, who appeared to have some authority, answered. “I’m afraid I do not know, Lord Graves.”

“Ah. Well, thanks anyway.” Rift turned as if to leave before pausing and glancing back. “By the way… de Silv, was it?” He tapped the side of his face, mirroring the location of the silver-haired elf’s bruise. “You might want to get that looked at. It’s beginning to swell.”

De Silv blinked, his hand automatically reaching up and probing the wound. “I…” he stammered, “Thank you for your concern, sir, but it’s not as bad as it looks.”

Rift shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s your wound after all.” He turned away, another object discretely slipping out of his hand. “I think I’ll head over to the archives, in case someone comes along looking for me.” It landed on the ground with barely a sound, and Rift casually walked off, leaving the elves to continue their heated discussion.

By the time he finally began making his way south, towards the archives, he only had one object left on his person, with plenty of time to find his target. Celestials willing, anyway.