#deviincta

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@deviincta.

the house spits him into the room. literally. he was leaning against the wall in a room across the house, talking to a maenad about what abilities he’s regained, & then the house decided it wanted dionysus to be in this room. so he sighs, punches the wall, & turns to the room, eyes landing instantly on the heap on the floor. ‘ you dead? ‘

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deviincta replied to your post:this isn’t directed at anyone in particular, but...

but can we still call dio dude?

yes!!! any slang is perfectly fine (he’s also fine with when people say ‘boi’ or ‘gurl’ because it’s getting more used universally for anyone) but doesn’t want to be referred to as a man or woman because that’s not what he is. bruh, dude, bro, cunt, bitch, dick, or any gendered insult/slang/nickname is fine, because he doesn’t view them as defining terms. but being called a woman/man is very defining and makes him uncomfortable/unhappy.

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@deviincta REQUESTED TO MEET THE CREATURE.

She wasn’t sure she was even listening. She doesn’t think she was-- in fact, she knows she wasn’t. She’d zoned out, clearly lost down the stray path of thoughtlessness, but she thinks she heard herself addressed. There’s a drink in her hand on the bar, but she couldn’t help but watch the bartender (she thinks what he would taste like in her mouth she wonders she thinks, this decaying creature she is, she thinks and wonders if she pulled his skin would it just come off like a tablecloth yanked presto--)

She moves without thinking, cuts off being spoken to, slides off the bar stool and begins to make her way out through the wriggling crowd.

Which is rude, but.

[bestvictim-a-blog]

is this what happened to tegan?

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touches laq's face. "enough of this."

@deviincta 

AN EASY smile tugs at his lips, reflected on his eyes — is she meaning to say enough of his face? well, well. IF ONLY HE COULD CHANGE IT, he thinks, less grim than the wording suggests, leaning against her hand with far too much ease; shouldn’t they be more wary, given the cracks that show right on their surface in form of scars? shouldn’t they know better than to be so at ease near killers?

perhaps this is what they say about kindred spirits.

“I’M NOT SURE how i can help you about ‘this’, wolfin. would you rather have me use a mask?” he suggests, placing one of his hands over hers. a glint of mischief crosses his eyes, then, and he chuckles. 

“—NOW that’s kinky.” 

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TRICK OR TREAT ! jokes on you these are all gonna suck @deviincta

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Fuck anon honestly. I love your prose??? Like I absolutely adore it and you're one of the few people whose threads I read outside of the ones we have together. Your characterization of Alana Bloom is so intimate and thorough and lovely that if Hannibal ever gets rebooted I'm gonna petition someone to put you in the writers' spot. You go beyond the bits and pieces of Alana that we glimpsed briefly in the show and build and build and build until she's entirely your own.

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MY SHIT WHILE I SCREAM INTO THE SILENCE UNINTELLIGIBLY.

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@deviincta // FROM HERE.

SHE EDGES CLOSER and he watches, cloud gray eyes on her. he sees that glint of curiosity in her, that spark however discreet and it thrills him -- it’s not the gaze of a man to an animal or to something reprochable, thankfully, and he can appreciate that: he’s had people look at him with those eyes before, he’d RECOGNIZE it. 

the artistry of make-up was what took in his attention at first. he had been a boy as young as 17 when the sharp lines of a model’s elaborate make-up caught his eye, an assignment during a high-end event having been his mission. IT DAZZLED his still impressionable mind, and it stuck with him until he was older to develop a taste for beauty more refined, a taste of his own that did not revolve around killings, around death, around power. 

for the skillful murderer he is, laqueus has a soft spot for the things easy on the eye -- he won’t overindulge, it won’t be his achilles heel, but when there’s time, when he can indulge into being something HE ENJOYS & NOT ONLY NEEDS, he dabbles on these things some may consider improper for a man. he doesn’t care: killing, too, is improper, and no one has batted so much as an eye in an attempt to extricate him from his handler’s hands.

at her question, however, his mind stops short of that distasteful line of thought and he nods, eyes half-lidded. “YES --- in between missions, whenever i had time and remembered. money hasn’t been an issue since i became a senior agent; this cheap lip gloss has just been what i’ve found, really. it tastes HORRID,” he chuckles, looking down at the sheets.