𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 here we are: a bunch of psychopaths helping each other out.
ind, selective / low activity 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 of 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 , nbc / headcanon based with novel influence, heavily canon divergent exploring themes such as : to rise from the ashes , chasing death , trauma , misguided morality , obsession within speculation . captured by jayne bird ( 22 , she/they , cst ) originally established 12/2019 , rebooted 06/2023 .
icy gaze falls on @thedesign , she is tempted to laugh, a mocking bark of a sound that dies before it reaches her throat, amusement at demand is only shown in the upturn at the corner of her mouth. question dies before it reaches her tongue : why would i do that ? freddie cocks her head, an almost bird like movement, graceful, practiced. sending waves of crimson curls cascading over her shoulder.
" i'm sorry if what i wrote hurt your feelings, will. really. " tone is laced with honey, almost genuine if not for the patronizing tenor of spoken word. cruelty is second nature, the venom on her tongue is an old friend to those who have crossed her path, those who know her. she will not feign sincerity of apologies for the comfort of others, especially those she is not particularly fond of, and who are not fond of her in turn. freddie had given him a chance to share his side, to fix what she'd written about him in the past, and he had threatened her for it. she finds how others act when approached with an olive branch is often telling; her opinion since has not changed since.
in season two, between their first struggle and freddie pepper spraying will, he managed to give her a bloody nose and i am unsure if he :
a ) managed to slam her face against the shelving unit in his barn.
b ) used so much force while trying to cover her mouth and silence her, that he managed to injure her.
there are very few rules lounds follows, fewer still are the ones she sets for herself, but the ones she has, she does not break, especially not when they are her own: PROTECT YOUR SOURCES. really she felt @selfdeclared should be grateful she hadn’t ratted him out to get crawford off her back, she understood somewhere in the back of her mind why he wasn’t, but that thought was always passing, lest it linger for far too long.
eyes flicker over him, and she crosses her arms a sigh pulling from painted lips, irritation not masked in what she would call privacy. it’s a dance she’s starting to learn, this guilt of his, this holy moral feeling he demands himself to feel. and as much as she wants to claim it doesn’t bother her, there is a glaring truth in it, something bolded to bring it to the front of her mind : you should feel it too.
‟ that’s your problem. ” she begins be it rather heartlessly, words poison on silver tongue, like snake in the grass, she moves closer, head cants and waves of red curls brush her shoulder. ‟ you’re taking this too personally, it’s never been personal , zee. you know that. ”
saw a post describing the difference between hannibal and freddie being :
hannibal is a monster in a person suit, meanwhile freddie is a person in a monster suit and i —
you hide your pain behind a mask. Maybe you feel you can’t be helped, maybe you think no one cares, maybe you don’t want to hurt anyone else with it, you’re afraid of being judged, or maybe there’s another reason.
but whatever the reason, you fake a smile and try to function normally even though you’re one step away from falling apart. secretly, you wish someone would notice it’s a mask, ask you if you’re really okay, see right through and make it be okay somehow. you’re hurt and a little angry that no one’s noticed yet, but you’ll never admit it.
white lies, not that bad… are they ?
hi welcome to my blog where i talk exclusively about freddie keeping chilton alive. this week’s topic of discussion : after her own physical examination and her statement is taken by the police, freddie sits herself in the waiting room for the rest of the night wrapped in a blanket and rereading her tattlecrime posts until she knows whether fredrick dies or not. she drops in at least once a week but never when he’s awake, as having someone know she cares is not on her agenda. her excuse being that she “worked for too long to keep him alive for someone else to fuck it up" when she isn’t around.
( * @thmyis ︱ hc + a word for a headcanon ) : hc + friendships!
she’s had friends, certainly. mostly she had friends in highschool, and a handful she carried over to university, but the world is a harsh place, and freddie has grown calloused. she’s grown out of friends. her job makes it impossible to keep them, and the few she started with were quick to stab her in the back when it came to furthering their own careers. she isn’t innocent of such cruelties.
in her adulthood, lounds can say she has a few close friends, she may try to count alana bloom among that dwindling number, or wendy “windy city”, or even abigail hobbs if she is being kind to herself. but that does not mean they see freddie in the same light. in all honesty, she prefers the word acquaintance, or perhaps ally. her isolation is self imposed, it has grown from a distrust in a world that was not meant for kindness without gain. there is no one in the world freddie lounds won’t use.
even in her late thirties this statement remains mostly true, with only one exception. her success brings her peace of mind, though that could also be a side effect of therapy. she gains friends, builds trust as thin as the bridges might be. it takes time, it takes work, and there are days the harsh cold of a past self surface, people who bring it out in her, she is still manipulative, she is still blunt, and harsh when the days are long, but there is always wendy, and there are always her inner circle, coaxing her back from who she was to who she has become. through those people she has learned it takes time to thaw.
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