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"Who might you be?"
She asks, looking up from the book she was reading, to glance towards the blonde-haired woman.
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mxisxforxmischa
"Who might you be?"
She asks, looking up from the book she was reading, to glance towards the blonde-haired woman.
//hey this is my 500 follower mun video. I hope this post thing works.
mxisxforxmischa:
"Well, sir, you did eat your wives.”
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"--------I did no such thing." He lies.
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"--------We're married."
mxisxforxmischa replied to your post:feeling extremely generous and it’s late enough,...
Is this open to non mutuals?
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"What are you doing in a hospital-- why are you bleeding?"
Frederick was unable to open his eyes, the only thing he could hear was a soft voice with a worried, slightly shocked tone in it.He was exhausted, completely powerless and he lost track of time a while ago, he could hardly focus on the voice though he tried everything and he prayed for this voice wouldn’t be another hallucination which was caused by the pouinding, raging pain in his left cheek and his head. The former doctor - as he was now only a suspect in the case of the Ripper - wished he wouldn’t be awake and still, he believed keep fighting for this voice was worth powder and shot. Although it wasn’t the first time this happened to him. Voices came and went and this voice had no guarantee to stay either.
"Ar—" His jaw felt incredibly heavy as he tried to form a word, but his attempt to speak turned out to be a painful failure, his fresh wound felt like ice and fire at the same time and the pain spreaded through his head, neck, ran through his backbones, his body just to try to escape out of its keeper through his limbs.
His only memory pieces from the last few hours (or days, who knows?) were the interrogation room, Dr Bloom, that blind, blind woman with her desperate accusations against Chilton instead of admitting Hannibal Lecter’s true nature and facing with reality, then an unbearably loud noise and darkness. Light. Pieces of conversations, voices, sounds, a squeeze on his hand but he had no clue who gave it.
And the present moment. The new, though weirdly familiar voice, the pain, his slightly sweaty body and probably metals around both of his wrists.In spite all of that the former doctor wasn’t conscious enough to put his puzzle’s blurry pieces together in one, instead of trying that he was still struggling with his words."Who…you…"
( mxisxforxmischa )
Throwing open the door, Mary stopped short of running the other woman over. Clearly, she wasn't expecting there to be somewhere there as she was leaving. "AH! Hi! Um. Are you here to see the Doyles? Because they're not here. Gone to visit the supposed Anti-Christ, Bringer of Doom, Owner of Adorable Ducky Pajamas. Um.... Can I help you?"
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!!!! AM I HEARING THAT YOU HEADCANON MABEL AS A TRANSGIRL??????
( you are hearing correctly )