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@monstresvictimsxvengeance
#monstresvictimsxvengeance - independent semi-selective portrayal of a female-based multi-muse based upon NBC's Hannibal & The Silence of The Lambs by Thomas Harris. Loved and as portrayed by xxmelpomenexx.
Follows back from: meerawrites.
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personally i’d go with the gay moms
blood & milk.
Hannibal + pocket knife
Happy birthday to the incredibly talented Hugh Dancy!
FKA twigs, “mary magdalene,” Magdalene/ Lana Del Rey, “Body Electric,” Paradise/ Hozier, “Take Me To Church,” Hozier/ Florence and the Machine, “Bedroom Hymns,” Ceremonials/ Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, “Into My Arms,” The Boatman’s Call
Theme: Religion and love
surrender - depeche mode
DILARA FINDIKOGLU AW20 | CAFÉ DILARA DESIGN: TONY HERNECKER PHOTOGRAPHY: JESSICA GWYNETH
Jane Austen Aesthetics: Persuasion (1817)
“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”
"Oh, WOULDN'T I--"
Alas, what had begun as a scalding attempt at mimicry fizzled out quickly on his tongue. It hung there, unfinished. And Mason glared at her. He glared, and glared, and glared; his eyes were still good. They made better weapons than anything else at his disposal right now.
And then he spoke, tearing his gaze away, glasses flashing in the light:
"Are you seriously implying that I'd oughta be grateful, Margot? Oh, tell me! What in the world do I have to be grateful for?"
Gratitude was a fickle thing, and one he'd never liked; a concept he simply couldn't get behind. It required a certain amount of humility to truly embody it, and Mason had not a drop of that in his entire body.
Just as Margot was about to start, Mason lifted a finger.
"Ah-ah," he chided, "Actually, don't tell me. I am not about to be schooled by you."
Instead, he would lecture her, as he always did. His brain was one of the few things he retained in its true, working form, unfortunately for everyone subject to his presence.
"Margot... Margot," he began, blue eyes shut now. "I, ah... I genuinely believe..." Tongue slithered past an absence of lips. "You should be grateful to me. I could press charges... oh, I could even have you killed. The family assets are still at my disposal— I can assure you, nothing has changed about that, even if I'm, mm... you know."
He looked at her. Tried to grin.
"Out for the count."
Margot does not speak, though in an ideal world she would; the list of his assorted wrongs and violations against her is so very long, Mason must understand. Ms. Verger puts a great deal of work into maintaining her personal cheque book and a receipt book of many sorts of receipts.
Instead, not daring to draw breath for a beat or speak, or hiss, though Mason warrants far above and beyond that she plays his game his way. Margot is actually quite intelligent and almost as patient. This wretched business is simply very long and concerning her brother, if he could still be awarded such an endearment, quite tedious.
"Perhaps," the blonde woman concedes, as close as she can to demurely and most definitely politely. "But you speak as if I cannot get up when you know for certain, dearest brother, that is simply an objective scientific falsehood," dearest is said softly and 'ladylike.' Still, it is at the same time dosed in venom and certain warning, like a hunting dog finally catching the wolf or taking down a rather large and threatening bear.
"Cat and Moth" by Neva Hosking
❛ when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ❜ - Mason to Margot, either while he was in Margot's care after the first accident or after surviving the drowning attempt (your choice!) @tiimewarped
Inbox prompt lost to the sands of time.
The blonde woman just looks up. Margot does not want to draw breath in his presence; he slithers about like a snake. Mason should be stomped on by one of her riding boots or some such thing. Undoubtedly, he hangs like a noose around her neck. A noose, however, cannot speak or parry. Margot Verger is forthcoming, when such a thing is realistic. This is not one of those possibilities. Instead, softly she answers, "I would not call it a c.rusade, per se," I do not require a knight.
"As for ridiculous," a sigh and an unspoken it is you who is discourteous.
Then, the blonde woman, not daring to raise her voice at all, but stating with an air of impartiality and plainness, "Gratitude is rather short-lived. Wouldn't you agree, brother?"
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