#* headcanon .

[ofstage]

9 + 15

9. when was the last time they had a wet dream? bonus if you can describe it as much as you can in detail.

in the 21st century, i'm afraid santiago's wet dreams are a bit more alarming than back when he was with the coven in paris.

he has them once in a while, wakes up hard after dreaming of finding louis, weak and vulnerable and alone, and dousing him with gasoline. the soaked fabrics are always white in his dreams and they always cling to his slim figure. santiago is always allowed a glimpse of the flesh beneath it. always takes notices of the tightening muscles of louis' stomach, as he tries to rub the flammable liquid off his eyes. always finds beauty in the semi-transparent folds which drape over his thighs. always watches drops of sweat and gasoline become indistinguishable on the american's furrowed brow. but, not even in dreams can santiago touch him gently. in the end, he always flicks a lit match at louis. and he always watches as he becomes a great beautiful bonfire, to keep santiago warm for years to come.

i'm sure he had plenty of wet dreams back in the 40's, some more surprising than others. but santiago doesn't really remember most of them.

if you ask him, he'll always unabashedly mention one in which eglee and celeste are both on their knees fighting over who gets to suck his dick on stage. both end up pleasuring him at the same time, still competing on who can do it better while their mouths are full.

there's one particular time in which he remembers waking up breathless in his coffin, his body still tingling with pleasure, but the dream responsible had been whipped clean from his mind the moment his eyes opened. he can't think of any other time he came that hard without anyone touching him. all he knows for sure, is that this dream involved a pair of wide auburn eyes looking up at him, while breathlessly being called "maître".

this one he does not speak of.

15. tell us about their sex fantasy? things they want to try and do, but haven’t yet.

the sickening desire this man has for power juxtaposed with his need to be wanted often make him fantasise in how to put people into positions, sexually, in which they submit, in which they become willing to do and say anything for him. all his sex fantasies involve edging restrained partners until they're squirming and begging santiago to touch them. --- though he also fantasies about he himself being manhandled only to, in the end, get sucked or jerked off in some dark hidden corner of the theatre. a lot of fantasies of him getting sucked off at different times and places by several different people. you know. just santiago things.

[ofmensogne]

001. random marcel headcanons:

> is a big fan of the medieval era. particularly medieval torture. he has a vast collection of editions on the subject in his bookstand. he'll excitedly talk about it for hours if anyone cares to listen.

> is also a big fan of all things metal. he doesn't exactly publicise this and doesn't really match the general aesthetic usually connected to the genre. but it is not uncommon for him to drive around listening to bands like melvins, electric wizard, acid bath, sleep ... he will immediately turn off his music if anyone else is present.

> marcel loves breakfast/brunch and is quite good at preparing food for these types of meals. he's also quite good at baking.

> marcel speaks fluent english but has a thick french accent.

> he's very warm and familiar and looks quite inoffensive at first glance. it's very easy to let your guard down around him but be careful. he's a selfish deceitful goblin, who puts his own wants/needs above everything else.

> the loosest code of ethics....nearly killed a teenager who tried to rob him once. killed a vampire who he had built a close relationship with....whether it was accidental or not is still up for debate.

> is missing the tip of one of his fingers and has a gruesome scar on his forearm from a struggle with said vampire. he does not like to talk about it.

> loves furry pets. will crouch to pet and scratch their bellies.

> is very used to seeing weird shit from watching people's dreams on a nightly basis. it's a bit difficult to shock him nowadays. though he'd like you to try.

[ofstlouis]

all the du lacs know how to effortlessly inflict emotional damage upon others. only thing that varies is the amount of fun each family member has being mean.

[ofreporting]

ol' daniel molloy's perfect sunday evening is just him being left alone in his apartment, playing solitaire on his laptop with a glass of whiskey to his left and a soft pack of marlboroughs to his right. staying awake until 3am with one single yellowish lamp on, velvet underground playing softly from his speakers without a care in the world. indulging in small vices. embracing the silence and stillness that has come with his life choices. this is good. this is enough.

[ofunethics]

[img.2]Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer [img.1] & [img.3]Hannibal, S01 - EP05, Coquilles

Giving Hannibal an unnaturally keen sense of smell not only brings the show into the realm of magic realism as it reinforces the true nature of Hannibal Lecter; despite his passion for fine art and classical pieces, the fact of the matter is that there’s something terribly repulsive about him. He disguises his gruesome nature behind three-pieced suits and an expensive taste. But I like to think his keen sense of smell as something beastly. Something archaic and old that evolution has ceased to develop. The modern man does not need a powerful nose. But Hannibal is not a man.

Imagine categorising smell as the most animal-like of all of our senses. To find prey by sniffing the air, to be able to tell that which is poisonous or nutritious by sticking the snout into the mud, something ancient and primitive, something filthy. Hannibal Lecter’s remarkable nose is but another clue as to what he is; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or better yet, a monster in a remarkable man suit.

[coinofsilver]

WHAT'S THE CRIME: harvey's tireless pursuit to uncover and punish corruption amongst gotham's most powerful eventually catches up to him. one evening, while leaving court, dent suffers an attack. due to the building's high security precautions, guns are not allowed anywhere near the premises --- though a bullet wound might have been preferable to the acid. the attack affected the left half of the face, neck, chest, forearm and hand, leaving these areas deeply scarred.

this is the catalyst to harvey dent's fall from grace. the DA had already been battling the ghosts of undealt childhood trauma and anger management issues. these allied with the stress and pressure of his new position as gotham's district attorney only caused his downfall to be more severe. harvey had been disfigured as an intimidation technique and those who had ordered the attack would never be properly punished. they'd never suffer like he had suffered.

WHAT'S THE MOTIVE: harvey dent, once gotham city's handsome defender had now become the face of the city itself --- and he vowed to do that which the lawful mechanisms given to them could never do ( THE LAW IS BLIND AND NOW SO IS HE ). judge, jury and executioner, post-attack harvey trusts no one. everyone is a possible offender and dent decides those who live and die with a flip of a coin ; the cruelty and randomness of the universe finally applied to those who truly deserve it.

it's no use trying to reason with him. it does not matter if the crimes committed were out of fear or desperation. it does not matter whether it was an accident, a mistake, how much you truly knew or understood about what was being done, harvey ( two-face ) dent will flip his coin regardless. that gesture cannot be corrupted, cannot be bought, LUCK ALONE IS FAIR. and he will not hesitate applying violence to those deemed guilty. the instrument with which he applies justice is a gun. he's never be as cruel as those who targeted him.

WHAT'S THE SENTENCE: two-face's mood fluctuates violently between the charming, cocky poster boy he once was and a bitter violent brute who knows no mercy. it is a facet that has always been there, buried deep in harvey, occasionally bubbling up to the surface in smaller and healthier ways. this new way of life, this NEW HARVEY is profoundly unhappy. he has lost all hope for kindness, for change...all gotham can hope for is total extermination. burn the foundations down and start over.

he despises cops, despises government, despises his own department...the batman had the right idea. but the one line the bat refuses to cross will be his downfall. dent alone knows what needs to be done. alas, to take down those he deems to be responsible for his city's misery he might work together with the very same criminals and mobsters he once judged. at least they never hid their intentions. never gave gotham and its' people any false hopes.

[crowbleda]

      the crawfords are an old gotham family. they’re not anywhere close to the pure prestige of the wayne name and fortune — in fact, by bran’s teens, they’re modest compared and their influence is slim. but their bloodline can be found scattered throughout gotham’s long, long history making them notable. bran has a distaste for galas and the like from his experiences with them during his childhood.