* 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

𝚒 . 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 an INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE roleplay blog for Bedelia du Maurier from NBC Hannibal HEAVY HEADCANON BASED . est 2014 . adored by Hela

[dumauricr]

                   𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲.

promo cred.

[dumauricr]

i think your bedelia is so lovely and the passion you have for her character,,, chef kiss hands. the actual show or at the very least season 3 of it did her so dirty so as far as i'm concerned she belongs to you now and is so much better off for it!! your grasp on her character is phenomenal and both your prose and dialogue are excellent. you're a blessing to have on my dash and i love all the interactions we've had :)

out . excuse me while i go tweet fuller && inform him that bedelia is now mine && he needs to keep his grubby hands off of her . it’s fine , im not crying it’s okay .

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[dumauricr]

avaoakley·:

“   um ,   are   those   steps   doing   nothing ,   and   being   disappeared   forever  ?   ‘cause   if   so  …   hard   pass ,   miss   bedelia  .   ”   ava’s   flicking   the   lighter   as   she   speaks ,   attention   drifting   from   her   poor   companion’s   scandalised   face   to   the   pretty   little   ember   glinting   up   at   her  .

                             she’s considering asking for the lighter , least the small blonde before her blow up half of derry . though , that wouldn’t truly be a LOSS , would it ?           ‘ of course not , but i do think there are other options for you that do not include burning the town down ... perhaps you could block the sewer ? ‘    a pause , && then hasty comment ,          ‘ not using fire . ‘

[dumauricr]

*drinks all of her wine while hiding under her table*

don’t be RUDE , addison . get up up here && pour me a glass

[dumauricr]

avaoakley·:

“   we   don’t   need   guns  .   lookit  —   i   have   this   lighter  .   let’s   grab   some   hairspray   and   make   a   flamethrower  !   light   that   clown   up  .   ”

                 ‘ as much as i ADMIRE your ... bravery && confidence , i feel as though there are certain steps we can take before this one . ‘

[dumauricr]

-aggressively kisses her against a bookshelf , sending framed degrees and books tumbling down -

                              gemma was far more RECKLESS than delia herself , shown simply in the act displayed right this moment ; arms encircle the womans neck , raising herself up onto tip toes in order to at least attempt some form of control .              ‘ gemma - ‘                                                             but she can’t continue , the woman is far too insistent . hands slip downwards , placing palms against gemmas collarbone && pressing , just enough to grant some space .                            ‘ the sofa was a perfectly viable option . ‘

[dumauricr]

ship with me u cowards

[hannibalism]

[dumauricr]

stagnantsaints·:

it takes him a moment to process what’s just happened … then another to stop … and then a few more to decide whether or not to HELP. of course he should. fault is not a factor. the point is that she looks stressed , and the expletive only confirms it. and — she’s cute , in a way that makes guys like nick WANT to help. so he breathes out , slow , before squatting down and gathering the papers that litter the sidewalk before they can fly away. he catches one in his hand , another under his foot , before gathering them all up and fixing them into a uniform pile in his hands. ❛ are you alright ? i thought i was clear , i’m so sorry. ❜ he doesn’t know if he is , but he knows he’s supposed to be. or at least , he’s supposed to say that he is , so he does. boy , all this gentleman stuff is hard work !! 

              ❛ do you - uh …  ❜ he leans down again and snatches up her bag , holding out both to her. ❛ you look like you could use a coffee. my treat ? as an apology.  ❜

          ‘ no , god , i’m sorry . i wasn’t paying attention . ‘        seldom does she BLAME herself for things ; her boyfriend leaving , that rare failed grade . but she’s vulnerable now , dynamics shifted && she’s unsure , uncertain , so unlike herself . attentions drifts && she accepts her bag , shoving the papers inside before gaze flickers back to him , a tilt of her head && for a moment she considers cutting this off , WHATEVER this was -- it was far easier to be alone , wasn’t it ?       but , despite her better judgement , head nods in agreement . ‘     after the last few days , coffee would be perfect . ‘                            a pause , && she twines fingers around the strap of her bag before finally holding out her hand towards him .             ‘ i’m bedelia , && again , i’m sorry . ‘

[dumauricr]

                                           everything had PASSED in a haze since patrick had left , she’d done nothing but study && develop a steady drinking habit since that day -- still , her heart ached , fingers seeking him out in the bed sheets when she woke in the middle of night && finding nothing but the cold . bag is re-positioned on her shoulder , gaze upon the papers held between thin fingers , reading over notes made on the latest essay ; not her best work , but a passing grade nonetheless . perhaps it was a mixture of her inattention , && the sheer melancholy that draped her figure that caused her to miss the fact that she was about to COLLIDE with someone coming the opposite direction ; bag hits concrete , papers scatter .                     ‘ shit ! ‘

@stagnantsaints​

[dumauricr]

out . this is your daily reminder that bedelia would take great pleasure in making chilton look inferior in front of people , && that she would do it with a smile .

[kayascodelorio]

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it  // lana del rey

[dumauricr]

                   ‘ do you ever get ... LONELY , will ? ‘                      gaze downcast , fingers clasp && twisting within her lap , a tell-tale sign of questions that would not let her rest , leave her be . she will not look at him , will not bring attentions up from her fidgeting digits , she could not stand the possible irritation she might find from question asked . a pause , && she straightens her spine , gaze flicking to the window , watching the trees blow in the breeze that just grew && grew .                        ‘ are we DESTINED for an eternal loneliness ? ‘

@empcthis​

[dumauricr]

liftedrelics replied to your post: empcthis replied to your post: ...

Delia can’t square up. She’d break a nail.

is it attack delia today like damn give a girl a break

[dumauricr]

empcthis replied to your post: ship with me u cowards

square the FUCK up, delia

i am going to WRECK YOU with a slow burn and so much ANGST ren i s2g

[dumauricr]

* bree lays across her lap *

                            a pause before gentle fingers lift to card through auburn locks , soft movements couple with a hum from between her teeth, azure hues upon the book that had held her attentions just moments before – still held captive by words , bedelia gives bree one single glance , smile curling upon the corners of her mouth before she looks back to book still in free hand .                       ‘ is there something i can do for you , dear ? ‘