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do i have to pick just one thing… no but genuinely i love everything you put into sadie and how you’re the epitome of horror tropes and i love how you just … do what you want to do with sadie because she’s all yours and it’s clear the love you have for her that it really is inspiring
what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character? / @battlehood.
( CLARICE STARLING ): PAIN MAKES US MAKE BAD DECISIONS. FEAR OF PAIN IS ALMOST AS BIG OF A MOTIVATOR. ' that is why we fear death so much, is it not? the pain we believe comes with the loss of life. both our own, and that of our loved ones as they're forced to watch us leave them, ' he says we, but hannibal does not fear death. nor does he fear pain ; not when both continue the cycle of life, of the earth that they continue to live on. doctor lecter has seen pain, suffering, death in all of its entirety, and the only emotion it has pulled from him is fascination. even his own pain, even his own suffering. what made a person feel more alive than knowing, someday, you could no longer exist in this world? and what, more than that, made hannibal feel more alive, than taking the life of another? portrayed on his features are not these emotions, but the emotions of a man who was considering clarice's words very carefully. ' you are aware of the lengths a person would go to to avoid pain and loss, agent starling. and in that moment of avoidance, i don't believe anyone would think it was a bad decision to prioritize self preservation. do you? ' @battlehood.
@battlehood / nathaniel: you mind if we look around?
By all means, look. Dig, and dig. Truffle pig to truffle pig.
I don’t care what they find, because there’s nothing to be found — Carthage is a ghosttown. A real Midwest character that coaxes out the tumbleweeds and the clink of spurs on each boot from the very cowboys that say they don’t rule this neighbourhood.
Let me explain. I insisted that we didn’t buy. I don’t want anything tethering me to the Huck Finn slapstick hillbilly asshole-of-America that is North Carthage. The only rentals are puckered amongst the run-down estate of foreclosures and boarded up windows that is our neighbourhood. Our. I say it like it’s just a totally blasé way of meaning mine. But Nick’s dragged me here, kicking, screaming, humming and... well. I’d like to say I didn’t kick up a fuss. Nick’s mom had cancer. She’s gone now, and he seems to have dug his heels deeper and deeper into the woodloused, rotting foundations of the McMansion we’d found ourselves in.
It’s been two years. I miss the city. I miss New York, with its New York traits and its New York lights. I miss the rats that scuttle along the subway, and the piss that streams itself up the side of each wall under the cityscape. That’s how much I hate it here. I’d rather be pissed on by the homeless drunk that camps out outside each bodega and his clinking bucket of change.
“By all means.” Look around. See what you find. Because I’m telling you, one New Yorker to... whatever the fuck breed that finds himself at my door, you won’t find anything. This house is empty of Amy. It’s all Nick. Here, I’m nothing but the wisp on the wind. Here, I’m The Dunnes. I’m an empty bottle of perfume and two quarts of half-and-half away from being a total fucking stranger to this place. Nick has The Bar. I have Bleecker and a total, irrefutable claim to something better. I don’t want this life. God, will someone just fucking pull me from its grasp before I start saying shit like y’all, and darling.
I open the door — it doesn’t take much convincing. Figure out what it is you want and go on your merry way. Nick thinks I’m making too big a deal of this. I have my journals — what I squirrel away in light of a better day, and a carton of New York memories that look as obsolete as I feel here.
“Anything you’re looking for in particular?” I don’t mention the garage. Or Go’s woodshed. That stays between friends, remember? Don’t fuck this up for me.
❛ did you really think i’d never figure it out ? ❜ for lucifer from chloe or maze !
HE'D BE A FOOL TO SAY YES. There was no pulling the wool the detective's eyes when it came to his antics. But Lucifer had hoped, just this once, Chloe might not be so observant so soon. She was a detective. And he was a fool. Still, the Devil slapped on his charm, teasing grin on his lips.
"It was a surprise, Detective. A treasure hunt of sorts. You've been moody since Detective Douche broke your heart so, I wanted to cheer you up."
oh, what she'd give to only be kind of upset at the moment. both georgie and her brother have been frequent witnesses to her anxious pacing ( and anxious everything else ) throughout the years, and while both of them were always understanding, chrissy hated burdening them. especially when her anxieties concerned a certain golden haired jock yet again. "jason's just been in such a weird mood lately. i feel like it might have something to do with me," she says eventually.
chrissy can't bear to look at georgie when she speaks, though. god knows she was tired of hearing the same old song, and chrissy didn't wanna see the knowing, pitying look on her friend's face.
@battlehood's georgie mckinney : “What’s up? You seem kind of upset.”
@battlehood || “if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
Lucas wanted to roll his eyes, because the response was exactly what he was expecting from her. Still, he couldn’t help himself. Being here made him a better person, and if that meant he stood up for his friends when someone was threatening them, then so be it. But this was Maya, she didn’t need rescuing, and he knew that. However, he jumped in before he could even think about it. “And you want me to what? Just sit back and watch as they threaten you? I can’t do that Maya.”
@battlehood || “for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
Kevin let out a soft sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry.” He mumbled, wrinkling his nose as he tried to put his focus back on his work. “I didn’t mean to drop all that on you.” It wasn’t fair, to talk to Beckett about how Espo was upset with him. His partner felt betrayed that Kevin had gone to Gates, that he went behind their backs and ratted them out. He couldn’t get the image of Kate hanging off the roof out of his mind, how he had been almost too late. “I just miss working with him, the way things used to be.”
finding herself alone, morticia looks around for a certain someone she still hasn't had the chance to chat with alone. now is the PERFECT opportunity. it is not hard to find larissa in a crowd, and as soon as she does, morticia makes her way towards her. elegantly striding through the patio she promised herself she would never be in again, ever in her life, but since she came back to nevermore for wednesday, the melancholy and feeling of pure dread of it all turned out to be something she's greatly appreciating, she thinks to herself. ❝ i was rather surprised when i found out you are the headmistress here now, ❞ morticia's voice is low coming from behind the principal, yet still strong to make her presence known. she takes one more step to stand next to larissa, looking at the crowd of students and parents, before turning her glance at the woman next to her. ❝ but you are exactly who nevermore needs running it. and much better than the one we had. ❞ she winks, a michevious smile on her face. morticia surely didn't make their life easy when she was a student here.
@battlehood / STARTER CALL.
