#ch: margot

[nikosasaki]

MARATINES '24 ⋆ day seven; (friend)ships

the important relationships of Sonia Parikh and Margot Kipps.

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[etenniettes]

[dcmultiverse]

MARGOT ROBBIE as Harley Quinn in BIRDS OF PREY (2020) dir. Cathy Yan

[uniquewitchblizzard]

[kitzatara]

I found the site to make my own!!!

And there’s the link for anyone who wants it

[thvnkpink]

"and the worst part is i'm still fucking hungry"

[happyhauntt]

fic edits ━━ Karma  ━  Harry Potter: Fleur Delacour & Margot Girard-Weasley.

“Here’s to the girl I fell in love with before I knew what that was; to the girl who helped with Arithmancy homework in the common room at 2AM, to the girl who brought pastries to my room when I was sick, to the girl with the pale eyes and scarred heart who did the impossible ━ she loved me back.”

[wintershieldedheart]

Character Development: Instruments 

as a whole, Margot has always been musically inclined. As a baby she made humming noises before she started talking, and her hands always seemed to be tapping to whatever beat the Howlies were singing to, and her little feet always seemed to be dancing instead of walking. Whether it was because her senses were enhanced or because she just had a natural infinity for it, music has always been something that she’s gravitated towards. When she and Howard moved back to L.A. Margot took up several hobbies. Out of all the things she picked up, piano and ballet were the two she put her heart into. 

though she had weekly lessons with a piano instructor, Howard could find her at the piano at all hours, especially on nights she couldn’t sleep, practicing away. Most notably, she learned the Christmas song from The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, a movie she absolutely fell in love with. When she was taken, Margot of course wasn’t able to play for many decades. 

one of the few times having an eidetic memory came in handy was when she was finally recovered seven decades later and sat down in front of a piano and played the Christmas song she remembered by heart. It had been as if no time had passed at all, and it was arguably why Margot was drawn back into the skill. She learned increasingly difficult songs and her skills grew exponentially. Out of all the modern composers, Einaudi is her favorite to play. Though she has a deep rooted love for Duke Ellington’s piano jazz. 

it wasn’t long before her love of instrumental music brought her to string instruments. Learning how to create beautiful things with her hands was one of the most therapeutic practices she could engage in. So it was the violin she learned next. Unsurprisingly, Margot had an affinity for playing pieces written by the Russian composer, Pyotr Tchaikovsky. She’s particularly fond of playing songs from the Nutcracker during the holiday season. Margot also loves playing Stravinsky’s music from Firebird. Her favorite though, is undeniably playing music written by Howard Shore, particularly anything that appeared in the Lord of the Rings. 

after that, it was only natural that she took up an instrument that was arguably bigger than she was. Taking on the cello was arguably a natural progression after learning the violin. Though she plays a lot of different types of music, from original compositions to covers, her favorite composer to play is undeniably Maria Theresia von Paradis. Sicilienne is by far her favorite, though she is also a fan of playing The Swan by Camille Saint-Saëns, both the cello and piano parts. John Williams is another composer that Margot loves to play from, specifically his movie soundtracks. 

the last instrument she’s learned is arguably her most favored one, just because of who taught it to her. She had piano lessons as a child, but self taught herself the rest when she was older. To no one’s surprise, Margot taught herself both the violin and cello. However, she was taught the guitar by one of her favorite people. Foggy Nelson ( @nclson) sat Margot down and taught her how to play when she took a particular interest in watching him do so. When they were preparing her defense years later during the Ross vs Rogers-Barnes case years later, they periodically took breaks of combing through her past to play. It soothed them both and gave Margot something to do with her hands in a way that was productive and grounding. 

[honeydahlia]

"I heard you weren't allowed here anymore." Margot frowned in confusion, watching carefully as they sat down at the bar next to her. The Red Heart Theatre Elysium was loud that night, with several independent kindred roaming its halls. There was no show playing, but the plethora of blood dolls sitting around dazed implied the true reason for its popularity that night. "Did you apologize to the owner?"

open to | any kindred or ghoul muse; acquaintance or casual friend of margot. required mun knowledge of vampire the masquerade.

muse | margot cherryman, 76, roadside killer malkavian (10th gen) focused on dementation and obfuscate.

plot | 2019, Baton Rouge. We can go wherever the thread takes us!

[whcrycu]

❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ( sam )

“I’m not usually one to back down from a fight-...”Sam started, pulling the icepack he had pressed against his eye away from his face so he could look at Margot. “But you are probably right.” He’d never admit it, but he was in an excruciating amount of pain after the fight they just had. That, mixed with the fact that he felt an obligation to protect Margot was enough of a reason to pass the fight on to someone else, at least for now. “Are you okay?” he asked, gently placing himself down into the closest recliner inside the Avengers Compound.

[nikosasaki]

mara’s oc list ⭑ Margot Kipps & Sonia Parikh

If you came here in search of answers, prepare to be sorely disappointed. While the associates at the Parikh & Kipps Agency would love to provide those answers you seek, they are, at present, unable to.

However, they do consider themselves relatively close, and are quite proud of themselves. Yet, because they have never been ones to hoard the spotlight, they do feel so inclined to inform you that the Lockwood & Co. Agency is in part to thank for these advances in research. This is truly all that can be said about the matter as it currently stands.

Now hopefully this satisfies your curiosities enough, and, in an interest to not expose you to the unpleasantness that a longer explanation would entail, it is recommended that you turn away now. Satisfy yourself with the idea that answers have not been found, and the detail of the associates' field research is of no greater value.

If, though, you are still in search of a greater truth, or you simply enjoy reading about troublesome events which offer no resolution, you might want to hear the whole story. Unpleasantness included. 

Like all great stories do, it started about three weeks ago during a modest house fire.

( insp. )

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[dcmultiverse]

MARGOT ROBBIE as Harley Quinn in BIRDS OF PREY (2020) dir. Cathy Yan

[kohyuuu]

this was an idea i came up with last year but i didn’t really wanna finish this 😭

margot robbie and greta gerwig’s barbie the movie

i’ve finally found you

(beach) ken x gn! reader / ken x weird barbie (kinda)

pairing: romantic 🥴

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synopsis:

a while after kendom was destroyed and all of barbie land was in brainwashed and back in control, beach ken, including all of the other kens involved, apologized to the dolls they’ve hurt and brainwashed.

ken realizes that he’s becoming human. from a thumping heart, to sweat, to anxiety, his new feelings were similar to barbie’s.

he makes a difficult decision, to leave barbie land for good and to become human permanently, eventually arriving during the sunset hours of venice beach, skating in his kenough hoodie until he bumps into you.

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after kendom had fallen, the barbies won and all of barbie land was restored. beach ken, and the other kens made a live apology to all of the dolls they had hurt and brainwashed during the reign of kendom.

days after that, beach ken was back to being just.. ken. he was back to having no power like any other ken, with his job only being “beach”.

he was at barbie land’s beach, all alone. sitting on the sand. ken breathed in and out slowly. he put a hand on his beating ch- wait, beating chest?

ken felt a strange feeling in his chest, a feeling where something was beating inside of him. it was a heart. ken comes to a realization that he’s becoming human..

he revisits memory lane for a second, thinking back to all those times in the real world when he was with barbie, before SHE went to the real world and permanently became human herself.

that’s pretty much it LOL

[devereauxsdisease]

Ch. 7: Put my Name on the Card with Yours? 

        Margot made a considering face. “It’s not surprising. People with similar predilections tend to find each other. I found a woman with a caretaker complex. My brother found his little cabal of sadists and you…found someone who shares your sense of superiority and disdain.”

         “I don’t-”

         “Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?”

         Will licked his lips. “I…asked about Mason.”

         “You asked if I abused animals like my brother, or if I just turned a blind eye to it.” Margot tilted her head, regarding Will coolly. “And you show up at our welcome reception glaring at everyone over your sunglasses and refusing to mingle until Hannibal spoke to you. Then you were much more engaged, weren’t you?”

         Will cleared his throat. He felt panic. The idea that Margot, who grew up in a world of monsters could see him clearly, and knew what he was sent a shiver down his spine. She knew. She would tell Alana. They would all know. “I’m not like Hannibal.”

         “He seems to think you are, and I trust his judgment.” Margot smiled. “Besides, after a lifetime of Masons, a few Hannibals seem rather refreshing.”

         Will frowned. “You- you still consider Hannibal a friend?”

         “I’m not sure anyone can ever fully befriend a wild animal, but agreements can be made through mutual respect.”

         “You toss the lion some meat, he leaves your stock alone and hunts elsewhere.” Will scoffed. It couldn’t be that easy, nothing so primal could be so civilized. “What happens after Hannibal kills Mason and his crew and you…invite him for dinner?”

         “No.” Margot smiled. “We accept his dinner invitation and bring good wine. I don’t cook.”

         “Does Alana know any of this?”

         “Alana is sweet and beautiful and the love of my life.” Margot’s mouth twisted into a wry expression. “But she has a talent for deluding herself when she needs to.”

         “And you don’t think she should know that her dear friend Hannibal-”

         “Saved her wife?” Margot blinked at Will. “No. No more than she needs to know that her former flame helped me hide a body.”

         Will flexed his fingers, feeling the pull of the sutures. “We all just politely ignore the fact that Hannibal’s a murderer and go on with our days?”

         Margot’s brow arched. “I think what bothers you the most about Hannibal is how little Hannibal bothers you.”

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[thvnkpink]

   “am i the asshole here? i’m sorry, that’s a bad word.”     // margot?

@macveigh / inbox prompts

In the midst of taking the first drag off a cigarette, the inhale quickly turns to a sputtering cough as the question comes up. Margot quickly shakes her head with a smile on her face, “no.” Ash swirls from the burning tip of the cigarette as she shifts her position to look at Morgan. “I mean even if you *were*, who cares? We’re all entitled to being assholes once in a while. How else are we supposed to cope?” A successful drag is taken this time that doesn’t in a coughing fit, ensuring the smoke is blown away from the other woman. “But, no, you weren’t, not this time. Also, come on, *bad word?*” A soft snort escapes her, hiding the grin she gives partially behind her hand before shrugging. “I make it a point to go through the whole alphabet of curses at least once a day, I can cut you some slack.”

[destroyerofnations92]

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Below a snippet from chapter two of amidst salt and smoke, which is set seven years after season eight of Game of Thrones.

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“My lord, it has been six days and nights and the brigands are yet to return. They must have heard of our approach and have fled. Mayhaps we should return to Highgarden?”

Ser Normund Peake was the second son of Lord Titus Peake of Starpike, one of the Reach’s foremost bannermen, though a tad impoverished in recent decades. Ser Normund’s mother was Lady Margot Lannister, a distant cousin to the Hand of the King through one of the Lannister cadet branches, and her lord husband had used that connection to get his son a position at Highgarden.

The young lad was incompetent though. Not particularly bright nor greatly skilled with a sword. Not to mention his spoiled and self-indulgent nature which popped up during the most inopportune times. If it would not bring forth more questions than he was willing to answer, Bronn would have dismissed Ser Normund from his service and have him sent back to Starpike with his tail between his legs.

Alas, he was a great lord and as such he had to politick. No matter how distasteful he found the practice of it all.

Lord Titus was a lord who had kneeled and professed his fealty to his new Lord Paramount, and despite his open distaste of Bronn, he had never rebelled, nor showed any signs of disloyalty. As Talla had told him, that was more than many other lords of the realm could boast of.

“You are welcome to return to Highgarden, Ser Normund,” Ser Bertram Oakheart snapped at the cowardly young man, “Mayhaps you wish to take a warm bath and sample the fine foods of the Highgarden kitchens?”

The man of three and twenty flushed red, humiliated in front of two dozen fine knights, some of whom were more lowborn than most lords allowed in their employ.

“A knight must do uncomfortable things at times, young man,” the Oakheart knight was stern in his rebuke, “And to be honest, this is one of the least uncomfortable things I have had to do in the name of lordly justice.”

If Ser Normund could have grown any redder, Bronn is certain he would have.

“I apologize, captain,” the knight stuttered, “My lord.”

Bronn waves away the apology, wishing for all to just be quiet. Their seventh day laying wait for these brigands had commenced and the sun was blaring down upon their faces, even through the thick of the trees, where they had set up covert camp.

In the distance, Bronn could hear the approach of a caravan and gave a swift signal to their scout, who did as he was bid.

It did not take long for the young man to return, “Half a dozen carts, my lord. I believe they are grain couriers.”

“Good,” Ser Bertram replied, “We have found that grain caravans are disproportionally targeted by these brigands. I am certain this time will be no different, so ready yourselves for attack.”

The men around them nodded, most of them giddy at doing something worthwhile after days of waiting for any sign of their foes. Bronn did notice the worry upon Ser Normund’s visage but said nought. The boy was useless, and if the Lord of Highgarden had any luck whatsoever, he would run into a brigand’s sword that day.

Ser Bertram Oakheart had been right for just as the caravan had moved past them, from the Northwest the heavy sounds of hooves bashing the ground rang their way. With a quick look, their suspicions were confirmed. About a dozen brigands with face coverings were readying themselves for an attack by swiftly approaching the caravan guarded by only a few armed men.

It was far too expensive for many minor lords to hire great companies of armed knights to protect their caravans of trade wares—the Reach was suffering from the tithes demanded of them, both monetary and in-kind contributions.

Upon clambering on his horse, Bronn raised his hand high, waiting for the signal from their scout before giving the command to advance. It took only a few counts before the young man who was peeking through the greenery alerted his liege lord and Bronn lowered his hand swiftly.

As one, the two dozen knights, either on horseback or on foot, descended upon the group of brigands, who were shocked at the attack. From atop his mighty steed, the Lord of Highgarden was the first to engage, swinging his sword and taking off the arm of one of the brigands, who fell upon the ground, screaming in agony.

The other men followed his example, with Ser Bertram at the front.

“Keep a few alive!” Bronn shouted as he swiftly rode after one of the fleeing men. It seemed as if his Dornish sand steed was swifter than the one used by the cowardly thief for the former sellsword quickly caught the man. Bashing his horse into his, the man flew from his saddle onto the hard ground.

Before the brigand could do anything, Bronn had jumped from the back of his horse and put the tip of his sword at the man’s throat, “Who are you? Where is the remainder of the wares you stole?”

The man merely grinned before he pulled a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed himself in the throat.

Bronn watched with wide eyes as the madman bled out before his eyes.

The Lord of Highgarden could not grasp what was happening. One second he was chasing the brigand and the next he was lying dead on the ground with a gaping wound in his throat. What started as a heavy flow of blood spreading around the man, eventually turned into a steady trickle.

Bronn just kept watching with wide eyes. He had seen a great deal of bloodshed in his life. Had inflicted quite a bit of it himself but this? The utter glee with which the man took his own life was baffling to him. Why would he do such a thing and smile about it?