#crimetattle

[katzsche]

@crimetattle even Tumblr thinks so

[indeliblymarred]

crimetattle started following you

*a wild freddie appears*

zee: i am ready to make more bad decisions

[indeliblymarred]

i ship zeller and freddie lounds because of your fic

TELL ME WHO YOU SHIP MY MUSE WITH || ACCEPTING

wow someone read my trashy self-indulgent fic and gave a shit for it, i’m so flattered~

[dralanabloom]

the truth of it all was that alana wasn’t necessarily crazy about valentines day. not that she wasn’t crazy about love and all the sentiments that went along with those happy-feel-good moments. that part she loved. but she could never necessarily get behind the commercialization of it all. the stores made a killing off of valentines day every year and she just turned her nose at it. even though she would treat herself to the discount chocolates every year, the day after.

in reality, though, she did like to be wooed and made feel special though. she was a romantic at heart. she just didn’t think it was necessary to have it happen on one specific day. 

as she unlocked her office, she let out a sigh, but to her pleasant surprise upon opening the door, on her desk sat a bouquet of red roses and white lilies. alana lit up at the sight, and quickly walked over to examine them, she inhaled their beautiful aroma, intoxicated by the beautiful smell. there was a little note, sticking out of the bouquet. it just had a little f written on it. 

her stomach flooded with butterflies and her cheeks flushed a soft pink colour. just what you would have wanted she thinks to herself. 

after a moment of admiring her gift, she grabs her phone, and sends a new text message.

[ text : freddie lounds ] see you tonight.  [ text: freddie lounds ]  💘💐

*      ╰       ⋮     🌹 to give my muse flowers   ━━  another late valentines meme! (accepting)  ━━ @crimetattle​​

[dralanabloom]

‘ freddie, you have to stop. ’ short. curt. adamant. the last way she wanted to find herself talking to the red head in front of her. talking to a woman she showed her soul to. but just like alana had her flaws, so did freddie. she didn’t know when to quit. ‘ i’m not your responsibility to worry about anymore. ’ she quips. ‘ and i’m not a child. ’

*      ╰       ⋮     a thing for these former girlfriends  ━━ @crimetattle​

[indeliblymarred]

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jayne!!! oh how i love your portrayal to death. you’re one of the few freddies i’ve come across that really knows how to capture her voice and her attitude. it’s very impressive and very exciting, for both me and my muse hehe. your prose is so mesmerizing, i can seriously lose myself in it. and our threads have only just begun, but they already have so much tension and depth to them, i’m eager to see where they go. i miss ya and ur cool ass opinions and i hope you’ll come around more often bc honestly this rpc needs more people like you who stands up for the women of the show and we definitely need someone who gives justice to the most hated woman that is fr.eddie l.ounds. also ur edits are fine af like damn, i wish i had half the talent that you do w/ ps.

[stcrlngs]

    “Are you allowed to be here, ma’am?” Clarice did her best to seem both polite and intimidating, hand on her hips as she eyed Freddie carefully. Instead she came across as uncertain, as she wasn’t quite sure who Freddie was yet. But with the hair and the press badge, she had a few guesses.

  @crimetattle​​ && short sc // accepting

[empathicdesign]

@crimetattle​ || continued from (xx)

Will wasn’t exactly expecting a change of heart -- no, that would be damnably naive -- but even so, Freddie’s actual response caused a sharp, cynical smile to grace his lips. “Right. Because when it’s all said and done, human life is second fiddle to blog hits. I forgot.”

Not that he expected her to care about his life -- it was Abigail Hobbs, Beverly Katz, and Georgia Madchen who were at the forefront of his mind.  

Irritably rolling his palms across his knees, he leaned forward in his seat and frowned. “In the way of disappearing, I’m afraid I have to disappoint you,” he said. “I’m leaving the country.”

Will didn’t think he needed to say why, but a part of him was hoping Freddie might splash a colorful, outlandish piece on her blog. Namely to get Hannibal’s attention. If the coward didn’t intend to bring the fight to him, he would bring the fight to Lecter.