#starliingisms

[braccati-blog]

@starliingisms | cont.

     for all her repute, it wasn’t unlike renora to indulge in the more simple, hedonistic hobbies of the mortal kind. ( oh but who was she kidding? the gods were known for their parties, & nothing less ) but at least vegas had some interesting hotspots, & if jeanette or ikana asked her to tag along to some swanky club for a night? who was she to say no?

     except when they disappear to the dance floor & renora opts for people watching rather than to partake with her companions. even over the blaring music, she clearly hears the woman who has approached her, head turning to fix the woman with a curious sweep of her gaze. “ no podría decir. “       red lips tug into a half-smirk, “ but i speak many languages if you find it easier to speak something else. “ renora leans forward &, with a tilt of her head, motions to the spot beside her. “ you’re welcome to tell me about it, unless you’d rather forget. in which case, i think i could help with that as well .”

[shcblindedmewithscience]

@starliingisms

After being rejuvenated by a cup of coffee (which consisted primarily of Price’s “prized sludge”), Beverly found herself down at the training range. Jack had requested that she get to know some of the trainees -- specifically, one promising rookie named Clarice Starling -- but she knew an ambush when she saw one. She wanted everything to be low key and unassuming, so she didn’t announce herself. Or at least, not until she’d sidled up to the woman’s shooting booth.

“So you’re the fresh meat, huh?” Beverly flashed a Cheshire grin, her hand lifting to re-adjust her protective glasses. “Keep going -- I wanna see what you can do. Though judging by those holes, I’d say not too shabby.”

Folding her arms, she sidled in alongside Starling, taking note of the woman’s confident stance and aim. “Has Jack told you -- excuse me, warned you about me at all? I’m Special Agent Beverly Katz. From this moment forward, I’ll be your glorified babysitter until Jack realizes you don’t need me any longer...which I honestly think will be soon.” She extended a hand then, her eyes warm and good-natured. “Always a pleasure to see another rising star. And by that, I mean another female who causes the male competition to shit their pants. Your name well precedes you.”

[roleplaypositivitea-blog]

I can't even begin to describe the level of adoration I have for @starliingisms, who takes this amazing character to a completely different level and just makes you fall in love with their portrayal so unconditionally. I loved Clarice before, but Starliingisms does her incredible justice I've found renewed infatuation with her!

[jestersmuses]

@starliingisms

             It was an extremely rare occasion when Hannibal would finally allow himself to close his eyes and drift off into the vulnerable state of sleep... not that he would ever allow himself to be vulnerable in any state of consciousness, but he didn’t want OTHERS to see or to know what he saw in the dreams that would haunt him quite frequently... that would show too much vulnerability. But on this rare occasion when he finally did allow himself to shut his maroon eyes, the scent of blood suddenly drifted through the corridor and hung air like an invisible curtain.

             Someone probably making an escape attempt... he thought to himself and turned over on his side to get a better view of the hall from his bed. It was dark in his cell, which he was currently very grateful for as it afforded him some privacy. At least there were some dim lights out in the hall that would illuminate anything that was going on right outside of his cell--- if the action just so happened spill out into the dungeons... which he highly doubted. By his estimates, it had to be at least one in the afternoon and it already seemed like it would turn out to be an interesting day. Barney would tell him the story of what happened later at the very least.

             All of the lights suddenly flickered out. Hannibal still didn’t move, but he could hear some of the other patients stirring around in their cells and what sounded like screaming far off in another room. Now things are getting more interesting... he thought to himself. Then the most unexpected thing of them all happened... he could smell Clarice making her way down the hall and she had a flashlight with her.

[casuisity]

starliingisms replied to your photoset: crazystaglady: playingthehunter: ...

(oh this scene is so insidious. i mean it seems so darling but the son of a bitch is playing with their perceptions and gaslighting them. he’s making himself look like a fool so they open up more and disregard him as a threat. i can’t help this ‘act’ he presented took away that ONE second beverly needed to shoot him. AND THAT’S ALL HE NEEDED.)

     [ Hannibal: -sweating profusely-        Listen, don’t call him out like this in front of EVERYONE. ]

[drdumaurier]

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity!

My wife

My friends

Spring finally being there

Getting to write so many amazing things

Petting all the pets

[chasingparamasturbatoryillusions]

starliingisms replied to your post “head’s up - because i know that i’m losing followers (and have gotten...”

*will stubbornly follow you everywhere and support you where needed*

<3

[resistinstinct]

     “ you’re here to speak with me about one of my patients — hannibal lecter . ”     she greets the other woman as soon as she closes the door of her home , leading the fbi agent towards the kitchen .     “ you understand that the information i share with you will be limited , yes ? ”

@starliingisms gets a plotted starter .