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A bit off-topic but I absolutely loved the book for the way it actually made me forget that Hannibal was a serial killer at times. I genuinely liked him as a character that could see such flaws in others and yet failed or rather cared not for recognizing his own sociopathic nature. It's been awhile since I've read the book but I remember putting it down and feeling guilty because I kind of hoped Hanni would have a good life wherever he went afterwards, before I sat back and realized that in a way his character was manipulating me the reader into passing him off as someone nowhere near as bad as Buffalo Bill. This is coming from someone who hasn't watched the series though.

“i don’t get hannibal lecter” it’s about being the worst person in the world and yet someone still loves you despite it and it’s about convincing yourself you’re fine living your life alone and never truly connecting with anyone until someone comes along and you realize you could never live without them now and it’s about caring about someone so deeply that all you want now is for them to truly see you and it’s about how your devotion is so crushing and deep that you’d go to lengths of even self-destruction just to keep them around so you can keep loving them. “but he’s a cannibal” lol yeah

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I was born

fuck small talk how old were you when it all went wrong

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I’d be down to read alphabet one shots of the marquis!!!

Awesome! I'll definitely start writing down some ideas! Let me know if there's anything you'd be specifically interested in seeing included in the list of headcanons :)

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im scared to post my thoughts about b1ll sk4rsgård’s new movie what if i get ravaged by the haters

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this.

Everything about The Crow reboot looks amazing. Y’all are just annoying and bitter. Brandon’s legacy isn’t being tarnished, relax. In fact, I’d say it’s quite the contrary. It’s probably gonna get more people who haven’t seen the original and maybe don’t know about him to want to see it and bring him back into the spotlight.

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To continue or not to continue? Perhaps I will rewrite it in my current writing style and pick it up idk

INHUMANITY (part 2)

I N H U M A N I T Y (master list)

T W O. what are you

T W O

           D A Y S

                         H A V E

                                        P A S S E D.

And she still stands examining the girl in the tank at every waking hour. As if leaving her alone for just a second might cause her sudden disappearance. As if she was guarding the girl. The girl who wasn’t quite human- but a clone. The girl with blonde hair and magnificent azure eyes that stare into her own with a stillness. Eyes that she aches to see life inside of.

The girl called Prycilla.

The girl who is just like her.

Sunny holds her palm to the glass as if she’s hoping for something in return- a smile, a wave, a blink, anything. If a clone like herself could be given life, then so could another like Prycilla, and Sunny wants more than anything to set this girl free. Humans were never meant to be kept locked away in secret basements, ran tests on, and hidden away from a world waiting to see them, and they were certainly not meant to be raised in water tanks of man-made uteruses. 

If Sunny and Prycilla are even remotely human, why keep them caged like animals?

Even having roamed this room for a couple of days, she has tasted a small amount of freedom and believes that the girl deserves the chance to taste it as well. And if it means she has to comply with Johann’s tricks and tests and all kinds of research, maybe it will be worth it. 

Maybe she and Prycilla will escape together when the time is right.

She tries to connect with Prycilla’s mind, the way she did before. She’s tried it all morning to no avail. Closing her eyes, Sunny slips into the Other, the murky and lifeless world she sees behind her eyelids every night, in her dreams, in her nightmares, and she searches the upside down room. 

The lights are off but the white walls still gleam with a stinging brightness and the medical equipment is still splayed out at their stations. The stairwell behind her is now flipped upside down and hanging from the roof, and she sees herself standing before the tank, the image reflected up onto the ceiling. 

The tank remains, but in this world Prycilla is gone. 

There is no blonde haired girl floating in the water tank, no azure eyes to look back at her, there is just nothing. 

Just empty water and a hollow feeling left to rot inside of her.

Sunny feels a tug of emotion pulling tightly on her chest but she doesn’t know what it is. 

P a n i c ? 

                  F e a r ?  

                                  S a d n e s s ?

In this world, Prycilla is gone and Sunny doesn’t know why. Where. How.

She opens her eyes again, relieved when she stands face to face with the girl. She smiles delicately at the girl once more, as she remembers what Johann told her.

“I want to make this girl like you. I want her to be able to think and feel the way you do, to live and breathe. The trouble is, I don’t know how. And I’m hoping that by spending time with you, it might help me to understand how your system works, so that Prycilla will be able to live like you do. Do you want to help?”.

Y e s

          I 

              W a n t

                             T o 

                                     H e l p.

B u t

        I  

          S t i l l

                      D o n ‘ t

                                    T r u s t

                                                  Y o u.

“Who are you?”

W h o 

          A r e

                  Y o u ?

The question is not one inside her own head. A real-life person has spoken and the voice is new. 

She doesn’t recognize it. 

It belongs to a young man, and it lacks a pleasant warmth that Johann’s voice typically provides. This tone is demanding, cool and calculating, and it startles her at once.

She turns around to face him, heart caught in her throat, and sees him as he descends the steps like a deer caught in headlights. He’s hauntingly beautiful, but with a danger to him that Sunny fears, and she keeps a steady eye on the man, fitted with a nice grey vest and tie over a black button-up. He’s incredibly tall- Sunny doesn’t even reach his shoulder, nor does she bring herself to meet his hawk-like eyes.

She doesn’t answer his question, frozen in place like a timid girl made of ice. The newcomer takes in her appearance in a swift and calculated head-to-toe scan; her height, her wavy brown hair that hides her gaunt face, eyes wide and petrified. The white hospital gown that hangs loosely around her undernourished frame. 

She looks like nothing compared to him- tall, beautiful and mighty with his defined cheekbones and large green eyes that pierce her soul. He is poised and gentle with how he moves, but there’s an allure of distrust.

Sunny doesn’t like this.

“I asked you a question” he grudges. No answer. 

He waves at her, and she flinches when he inches towards her, stumbling back a little.

“Great. Not only do I have a secret lab in my basement running unauthorised projects and eating up every last cent of my fortune, there’s also a girl living like a prisoner there too” he mutters to himself, fixing his tie with an agitated sigh. His eye gives an annoyed twitch. 

“Who are you? Another one of Pryce’s abominations? Patient? Some kind of lab rat?”.

Sunny, in all confusion, does not say.

“Helloooo? Anyone home? You deaf or something?” he reaches out to click his fingers in front of her face to snatch her attention, and the sudden movement is enough to send her into a state of panic, and in a flash she seizes his wrist and tears it away from her, causing the man to stumble back with a surprised shout and Sunny to run for her life.

She retreats through the rows of lab rat cages and tries to find a spot to hide amongst the equipment while the young man gathers himself together and runs after her. She doesn’t know what he wants or what he’s shouting about, what’s going on, or who he is, but it has become apparent that he is an enemy, one that wants to hurt her. And will hurt her if she allows it.

Sunny screams as her foot catches on a cord running across the floor, and her face smacks square against polished concrete when she loses her balance and topples over, unprepared for the harsh impact. She gives a desperate cry as her pursuer finally catches up, weaving his way around a set of tanks and cages to stop before her, and she curls herself up into a ball at his feet, her heart pounding and tears streaming down her cheeks, face throbbing and sore from the collision with the concrete. She sobs and tries to shy away from the man standing over her, she doesn’t bother trying to crawl her way to freedom, instead remains in a fetal position and quietly begs for mercy beneath her breath.

Defeated and conceding.

“Hey no- no it’s okay- I don’t want to hurt you, I promise” he tries to console her but his tone is completely flat- it’s apparent he only wants to stop this racket. “Shh please- would you please just shut up?”

But Sunny doesn’t listen to him, she doesn’t hear him over the pounding of her heart.

She doesn’t see him through the darkness of the Other.

With her eyes closed, glimpsing the upside down world, she doesn’t see a young man standing over her, reaching out to calm her.

But she does see that she isn’t alone.

In this world she sees a shadowy, skinless figure, reaching out with its twisted and clammy hands to claim its next victim.

A scream rips through her as it seizes her legs with its boney fingers- blood pooling into its exposed muscle and running down the creature’s body, its jaw lowered wide enough for its chin to touch its chest. Dozens of sets of razor, needle-like fangs hanging right in front of her face. She tries to open her eyes, and she can feel the choking restriction of her lungs as her chest clenches tight and her breathing can’t keep up.

Her head hurts. Everything hurts. 

E v e r y t h i n g

                      H u r t s.

                                     E v e r y t h i n g

                                                                   H u r t s.

                                                                                   E v e r y t h i n g

                                                                                                                H u r t s.

Debilitating fear sets her blood on fire and she fights tooth and nail to get the thing away from her. Its claws stab into her sides and drag her through her skin, and she is helpless as it slowly pulls her into its grip, and she lets out a gut-wrenching cry, unable to do anything except wait and let it take her.

But then a heavenly sound calls out. 

S u n n y

               I t ‘ s

                      O k a y.

Johann’s voice, ringing in her ears as the sound and the pain starts to drown itself away. The creature begins to fade. Her wounds begin to close.

Y o u 

         A r e

                   S a f e

                                H e r e.

She follows the sound, her heart beat slowing. Her thoughts becoming still.

N o 

      O n e

                 I s

                       G o i n g

                                        T o

                                                 H u r t

                                                              Y o u.

The weight starts to lift from her chest, the awful ache at the base of her skull subsiding.

Y o u 

          C a n

                    O p en 

                                Y o u r 

                                              E y e s. 

                                                             I t ‘ s  

                                                                        Al r i g h t .

And so she does.

Light from the waking world blinds her from the horrors of the darkness behind her eyes. The monster is gone but her tears remain, and so does the young man whose place in the Other had been stolen by that thing.

He stands a few paces back behind Johann with his arms crossed over his chest, chewing nervously on his thumb as he observes what his actions have caused. In her exhaustion, Sunny meets his eyes for a moment and tries to understand what it is she saw. 

His piercing eyes betray nothing but the same murky darkness that the Other emits, and she can just sense the answer. She doesn’t really know what it means to be a human, but she’s almost certain that her conclusion is accurate.

H e

        I s

               N o t

                             H u m a n. 

“Hey there Sunshine. It’s okay now. You’re completely safe, I promise. Roman isn’t going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen” Johann cradles her face only lightly as he sits down beside her, and the skin-to-skin contact sends a short jolt of electricity through her that she can’t explain. 

Sunny’s labored breathing has slowed, but she still feels shaky as she tries to sit up with assistance from the scientist. Roman- the young man, still watches her. She watches him back.

R o m a n.

                   W h o 

                                I s 

                                      H e ?

“There we go,” the man helps the girl to her feet and guides her out into the open space of the laboratory, and warily she stands across from the young man whom she wonders about.

“I apologize for this. I wasn’t expecting visitors to the lab today, I would have let you know otherwise. This is Roman Godfrey- he owns the building above this basement”.

“The basement that I knew nothing about until now” he frowns, and Sunny notices just how much Roman towers over Johann. “And if I’d known you were keeping people down here like fucking animals I’d have dropped your ass from this company a long time ago”.

After his words become a bit more heated, he seems to notice the way the girl looks at him, and he watches her take a tentative step back as the young man steps toward Johann.

But Johann doesn’t seem phased, Sunny realizes. So maybe he does not feel threatened. If Johann doesn’t feel threatened, then maybe she doesn’t need to either. It has her on edge.

“Roman I can assure you that everything in this lab is in entirely good and capable hands. And on the contrary, nothing you see in this room is entirely human”.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Roman tilts his head at the girl in the hospital gown, eying him wonderfully. “That she isn’t human?”.

T h a t

             I

                 A m

                          N o t

                                    H u m a n.

It strikes a nerve. She doesn’t know why, but his words sting.

“Well, not truly, per-se. But she thinks, breathes and behaves accordingly”.

Sunny feels small as Roman inches closer to her, but he is gentle and slow with each further step, and the entire time she keeps her eyes trained onto Johann, watching him, relying on him to step in if things go wrong.

S t a y

           V e r y

                        S t i l l.

“Who is she?” he asks, his stern demeanor softens a little, allowing him to appear a little less intimidating. Talking about her. Not to her. Like she’s not even in the room. 

L i k e

             I 

                  A m

                           N o t h i n g

                                               R e m o t e l y

                                                                        H u m a n.

“This is Sunny” Johann turns towards her, hands clasped together with a pleased smile. “And she is the very first human clone to ever exist”.

Roman takes a couple of seconds, blinking at her like he can’t understand or maybe believe what he’s seeing. 

“Clone?” he echoes.

“That’s right,” Johann nods. “A human body made up entirely of synthetic muscle tissue and genetically engineered cells. Produced in a super-uterine enviroment without any authentic human DNA. Sunny is entirely made of ‘fake’ DNA” he grins proudly.

“And the other girl?” Roman gestures to the water tank in front of them.

T h e

          O t h e r

                         G i r l.

“That’s Prycilla, my own creation. She’s a work in progress clone, but she is nowhere near, perhaps nor will she ever be, as advanced as Sunny is. You see, that’s the special thing about her” the scientist smiles at her. “She has a mind of her own, quite literally infact. Prycilla is only able to come to life when she is piloted by the mind of a living human. Their mind is transferred from their own brain into hers and thus are able to think, feel and breathe. But Sunny isn’t piloted by anyone at all. She is completely sentient, capable of thoughts, feelings, emotions, understanding, reasoning”.

“So that’s why she’s here?” Roman asks. “You’re trying to study her? To make Prycilla like her?”.

“Exactly” Johann claps, “but that isn’t the thing I wanted to show you”.

T h e 

         T h i n g

                        I

                           W a n t e d

                                                 T o 

                                                          S h o w

                                                                         Y o u.

As if she were just a thing.

“I have something here I need to show you, something that will no doubt improve your…………..insatiability”.

Sunny watches as Johann leads Roman away, who watches her over his shoulder as he goes, and she swears she saw him offer a smile. And then at once they have disappeared into one of the lab’s many hidden rooms.

The girl resumes looking at Prycilla as she approaches the water tank. 

T o

       M a k e

                    H e r

                                L i k e

                                               M e.

Because Prycilla is not human. Not as human as Sunny.

But she knows, with a twisting confusion that plagues her mind, that this can’t be true. Johann wants to make Prycilla human. Like her. But she is far from human. And gazing back at the door that Johann and Roman had vanished into, she considers her definite realization that he isn’t either.

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Ideas

Thinking about re-activating this blog in terms of content. Any ideas? Ofc I might start up the alphabet list thing again if anyone has any characters they want me to make lists for? I might do one for Vincent de Gramont next 👀 so far I've only done Bill himself and Zeitgeist.

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Reblog to save him from being eaten.

guards! duckify this hoe!

Drawing Marquis de Gramont everyday until I become his top blog(Day 12)

he’s a duck now sorry thats just the rules

w/o background

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well then i guess i better reblog or else

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my god

First Look at Rupert Sanders' The Crow, via Vanity Fair on Instagram

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Plus then we can be bi together and be gay and do crime

hot take: i think saying the marquis is straight is a reach. this man is as gay as chad stahelski can put out without the jw fanbase spewing homophobic slurs at either him or bill

plus im pretty sure his dialogue doesn’t suggest any sort of heterosexuality, this mf is out erotically staring down other men. that is not hetero behavior.

tbh i hc him as bisexual jst cause nothing is really confirmed but the implications are RIGHT THERE. the john wick series isnt that above writing canonically queer characters(ahem adjudicator) so i think saying this guy is not straight/not fem leaning isnt a reach at all in comparison into saying he’s straight

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The third one is my cats when I don't give them dinner early or whenever they demand it.

bill skarsgard in every episode of hemlock grove ever

↳ 3x05 boy in the box

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Made my day 😊 now THAT was a meal

.................okay but ROMANTIC Vincent x bodyguard could slap 😗🤨😲now that might be something I could potentially eat up. Suddenly I am hungry.

cringefailure french boy needs a bodyguard i got u bae dw

ʚ♡ɞ

You work for the Marquis de Gramont as a bodyguard

You’re well-versed in guns and all that combat jazz

You get your hands dirty for this guy, and commit acts of violence

It’s just your job anyways

It’s much better than being a common hitman or mercenary because then you have a boss to hide behind

A particularly hot boss to be specific

He’s attractive, you and the other Myrmidons agree upon that

Vincent is young in comparison to literally everyone in the Table’s circle of representatives and agents

He’s a hyperglot, he’s got a taste in art, he likes cats more than dogs, he’s sexy as hell, and he’s interesting when he talks sometimes

God, isn’t he just amazing?

It’s when you’re at the Louvre with this guy again(second time this week)

“What do you think about art?”

A simple, innocent question

Your answer goes along the lines of something basic

Nothing too profound, just rather something short and simple

And that sends the Marquis to talking about art and history as a whole

Now you know the difference between Baroque and Renaissance art

And you know Realism, Impressionism, and Romanticism

Vincent finds Romanticism particularly interesting: a quiet theme romanticizing the softer and more gentler parts of life

You can see that in him

Vincent gets excited when he talks about art

You can see it when he smiles, or when his eyes are practically gleaming as he talks

You only nod, answer simple and short when he pauses to ask

Then—

Then Vincent has you accompanying him more than often

You get a chance to talk to Chidi a whole lot, Vincent’s right hand man

And you get to hear more of Vincent’s ramblings

Attending bourgeois luxuries

Palais Garnier, and all that stuff

It only takes nine months(fuck, that’s nearly a year) for you to actually start seeing Vincent

Vincent, not the Marquis— but just him

A guy that plays piano and fills most of his days learning a new language if he’s not doing anything important

He holds everyone to high standards including you

But there’s always something that Vincent likes about you

It’s clear in his actions, really

“These gloves would suit you, don’t you think?”

Vincent likes giving gifts, he doesn’t know anything else about relationships or how to properly say it

But it’s clear

He first got you gloves when he saw your hands were particularly bruised

Then it just straight up jumped to him giving you a car, sleek black and elegantly shaped

God, you wish you were joking

But you wanted to test the waters first

“I want you to come with me to the Louvre again”

“Alright, kiss me on the cheek first”

Was that too bold?

Either way, after a moment of pause, which was Vincent just processing it—

—he kissed you on the cheek

What kind of chapstick was he using to get those lips so damn pink and perfect and soft?

You’ve been eyeing those lips for a while now

And feeling it first hand-

Fuck, it was exhilarating

“So are we gonna go now?”

Vincent put a hand on his hip as he asked you

“Yes, sir”

Shit, you were so fucking whipped

reblogs appreciated as always<33

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Fun fact! I’m in your walls!

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No way! That's a funny coincidence because I just happen to be in yours!

Fun fact! I’m in your walls!

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N E O N W O L V E S [ teaser? ]

“ this city is my [ h u n t i n g   g r o u n d ] . people like you will always fall prey. no matter how smart you are, now matter how fast or far you run, rabbit. [ y o u ’ l l  b e  d i n n e r  i n  t h e   e n d ] “

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He just wants to [ e s c a p e ] the city. She just wants to [ s u r v i v e ] it.

La LaXina is Rockett’s home– and she’ll fight dirty before she ever gives it up. The Neon City has many chips and cracks, sure, but she was born and raised on these rough streets, and her loyalty to them may just be what spells her end. She’s got debts to pay and her own grave waiting, that is, if the Southbanks King of crime can catch her first. Janes Hoffman wound himself stranded in La Laxina after a heist gone wrong sent him packing to the prison city, where the only way out is to climb the ranks and bribe one of the crime High Lords into smuggling you out. He works with lock picks, not fists, and he’ll need all the help he can get to make it out alive. A hungry wolf is a deadly wolf- and the King is out for blood, and he's got his whole pack of animals searching. Rockett can't run from her problems forever, and there are fights Janes won't come out of easily. They'll have to pull something out of their asses and come up with a plan to survive- because there are some fates not worth meeting.

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Just a little something I'm working on. I haven't put Rockett on the cover yet because I didn't really want to use a face claim for her, so I guess when the time comes for the first chapters to be posted, you'll be able to imagine her according to your own liking.

I'm working on the first chapter now so if all goes to plan, as many things don't, you'll get to see that pretty soon.

This story will take place in a futuristic cyberpunk city called La LaXina [ La-zeena], which is named after a fictional Goddess of Waste and Discourse. The city [otherwise known as The Neon City or LaLa] serves as a place for the mainland to dump their prisoners. The city is ruled by High Lords [crime bosses], who are Janes Hoffman's only ticket to being smuggled off the island and to another country where he can start out fresh. He teams up with Rockett, a street fighter who is on the run from one of those High Lords, who calls himself the King of the Southbanks. She'll teach him how to fight, how to work some snazzy futuristic weapons and how to move up in the ranks of street-fighting and racing in order to be scouted for jobs by any interested High Lords.

Looking forward to working on it and I hope I'll have some level of dedication but probably not. We'll see how it goes. A trigger warning list will come with each chapter.