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THEFIXER   (  a  woman  on  fire .  )   *          a  fandomless  original  character  with  original  lore -   written  and  loved  by  jessie .   established  in  2013 ,   minor’s  do  not  interact .      

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I've been MIA for my brother's wedding so I'll hopefully get back tomorrow or later tonight to write. Also I got my hair and make up down for the first time, and everyone should soak this in because it's rare that anyone will ever see me like this lmao!

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EACH OF HER MOTIONS IS WITH GRACE . LIKE A DANCE , SHE USES THE MUSIC TO HELP WITH THE PLACEMENT OF HER KNIFE . FINGERS TUCKED , BREATH HELD . ONE INCH OFF AND CLARICE CAN EASILY SLICE HER FINGER OPEN . BUT ONCE MORE , HER TEACHER HAS TAUGHT HER THE VALUABLE LESSON IN TAKING ONE'S TIME . TO APPRECIATE THE INGREDIENTS , TO TAKE CARE OF HOW WE CUT , SLICE , CHOP . MINDING THE KINFE ⸻ YOU NEED TO RESPECT IT ... POSSIBLY EVEN FEAR IT .

clarice chuckles along with hannibal , " tu m'as bien appris , " she says to him . it sounds like her french was coming along , one could tell she was practicing . occasionally hannibal would see her walking around with her earbuds in , and hears her recite phrases and words in french ( or even italian . ) clarice would spend at least an hour a day and dedicate that hour to a love language . " actually ... i think it's a great accomplishment i haven't burned down the place yet . " food bringing two people together , couldn't have been more right . it seemed like their whole relationship ( from the moment they met and till now ) was based on food . first it was a valentine's day meal and these days it was simply cooking together during dinner or hanging around the other while making breakfast . clearly food has only ever made them closer .

the knife is placed down and away from her , ( safety first and all of that . ) while other hand takes hold of her wine glass . " madame butterfly is playing at the teatro colón ... " glass held up to her pinkish - red lips , " i'd love to see it at some point during the week . " clarice then takes a generous take of her red wine , allowing herself to mull over the various notes of cherry and earthy tones . " would give me an excuse to wear that dress you got me a few weeks ago . "

𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵, Hannibal watched. Food brings people together, like popularly said, and this remained true in their shared home, now cooked with ingredients found in stores like  Mercado Belgrano, Tienda Savarin or Bellota y Caviar. Attention was turned to his glass of wine, a sip savored quietly as her success brings a small nod of approval. Clarice venturing into gastronomy without his participation felt new, and he made the conscious effort of putting the memory of it in a joyful room in his memories.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽, hand still lingering over the light-colored stone of the kitchen island, as Ginastera's Interludio por Fiati start to play in the nearby living room. ❝ And like all teachers, it seems I must now let my student prove her knowledge. ❞ A soft chuckle came with the words.

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she is aware of her self pity . so self aware that she has this overwhelming sense of doom and gloom ⸻ this god damned victim - hood . it's full of selfishness and egocentric ... she's never felt so narcissistic in her life , and yet ? with all that's happened , with everything she's lost . it's no wonder she feels so shitty . so dependent and needy , grasping at the empty cold air for someone to hold onto . she looks at carol and see's a woman strong enough to do this on her own . the life of carol peletier was not one that began on a happy note . her life was hard and traumatic , the life with her husband ed who was mean , cruel and just despicable . but that was the past ―― this is now . the elder woman is far stronger and braver than wendy can ever hope to be . she could only hope to be spared even a morsel of strength than what the other woman could give .

she breathes in carol's words , letting them sit for a while . taking a glimpse at her arm and seeing the marks of what this life has done to her . but it wasn't just about wendy anymore ( never really was once she saw that blue plus sign on the pregnancy tests . ) it was about this life that grows within her , how awful of a person ... of a mother she was to a child that wasn't even born yet . she'll never forgive herself for the way she's treated this baby , but she knows she'll spend the rest of her life trying to do right by him . " go ? " she pauses , head turning to look at carol . " go where ? " her mind immediately goes to venice beach .

               there   is   no   one   way   that   a   person   deals   with   something   like   this.      it   would   be   nice   if   it   brought   them   together,   but   that   wasn’t   the   reality   they   were   living.      carol   also   knew   deep   down   that   jax   never   fully   loved   wendy,   not   with   everything   he   had   anyway.      it   was   hard   to   give   a   person   all   of   your   heart   when   you   don’t   even   have   all   of   it   to   give.      a   lot   of   his   heart   had   gone   to   tara,   and   when   she   took   off?      she   took   those   parts   of   his   heart   with   her.

               ❝   if   you   keep   up   that   attitude,   you’re   probably   right.   ❞      tough   love,   it   has   to   be   given.      wallowing   in   self   pity   never   gets   a   person   anywhere,   carol   would   know.      so   many   days   she’d   spent   drowning   in   her   own   self   hatred.      not   anymore.      she   tries   like   hell   to   keep   that   shit   behind   her.      some   days   are   easier   than   others,   it   would   forever   be   an   uphill   battle.      ❝   you   know   what   you   need?      to   get   the   fuck   out   of   here   for   a   bit.   ❞      it’s   not   like   jackson   would   even   know,   right?      if   what   wendy   says   is   true,   he   wouldn’t   notice   if   the   two   of   them   dipped   for   a   day.      ❝   you   and   me,   we’ll   take   the   jeep,   put   the   hood   down   and   just   drive.   ❞

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my kitchen has zero ventilation in it so now i'm all sweaty after cooking myself some bean tacos...

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Segovia Amil

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it's wildly known that pearson's food isn't exactly good . it's decent at best , but with hardly any seasoning and no herbs ... the damn thing tastes bland and unflavored . sadie is the only one among the gang that openly states his food ain't worth eatin' ( which naturally she is told to make food herself , which ... she has , when she had the time . ) everyone else simply keeps their thoughts to themselves and well , you can't really get much else about a group of gunslinger's and outlaws .

" a bow ? " a single brow arches slowly and briefly scoffs , " jaysus of course i've handled a bow , and i worked with traps too . " it might seem like she was taking offense to his question , and maybe she was . being around these many men had her knee jerking her reactions lately . especially about proving herself to them , which she doesn't even understand why she's doing it to begin with . " anyway , c'mon ... might as well chase the sunlight before it gets dark . "

The rasp of Sadie's voice ignites a spark of amusement in him. Charles'd be the last one to openly complain ( about anything, really ), but he can imagine how she feels about Pearson's food — just like everyone else. Some are just a lot more vocal about it than others. He can't fault them for it.

What he can do, at least, is provide an alternative. ❛ Agreed. There's plenty to find there. We'll gather ourselves some herbs along the way as well. ❜ A pause. ❛ You've used a bow before, right? Or only traps while you lived up in the mountains? ❜

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" clarice starling ⸻ " she repeats herself , she's trying not to spook the deer so she remains where she is . still ... nonthreatening . " special agent clarice starling , though most people just call me clarice . " the chuckle she makes is almost awkward , but her charming smile eases any discomfort away . she extends her hand out in front of her for cho to shake if he wished . officially she wasn't considering him as a suspect , however considering the circumstances of his arrival along with the timing of the murders . one couldn't completely clear him of any suspicion ( at least , not yet . ) the moments between now and the future are the one's that count the most . seconds and minutes begin to tick down slowly . an internal clock of hers , she's got a week here to do her job . a week to figure out her prime suspects . clarice uses her unique use of perception and empathy to get a good reading . she's usually a great judge of character , intuition strong and aware of her gut instinct .

she imagines the horrors that have befallen this town . the blood spilled , skin torn , bones splitting like twigs in the woods . local police aren't one hundred percent convinced they've got a serial killer on their hands . victims were represented by a red thumb tack against a map of the state . all five in a congested area , and it seemed to be the one thing that was similar between them all . she see's herself sitting on a hotel room floor , crime scene photos of torn limbs , bloody surroundings ... fleshy viscera , all scream in horror as she looks upon them . yet she sits in silence with a beer in her hand , and waits patiently for something to pop out to her . because nothing else makes sense in this situation .

everything is random : that's the first thing clarice said to herself when she stared at the map . random and appeared to be accidents , animal attacks the likely cause . it seemed like the randomness was purposeful like ― they were meant to be done in order to throw the law off the trail . " i'm here about the recent string of murders that have been happenin' in the county and the next one over . ya' heard about them right ? " he'll say yes , this place was too much of a small town not to notice the danger of being alone at night . easy pickings . " of course you have , " she states before cho even gets to . " most people 'round here say it's a bear or mountain lion attack , while others will say it's something else entirely . "

the wendigo . a common supernatural entity in appalachian folklore . agent starling knows about the stories ... the cautionary tales that the elders would repeat to her and her siblings. living in the rational world , these stories were nothing but scary tales to tell misbehaving children . clarice was neither misbehaved or a child . she glances over sang - woo's shoulder and notices that they have a small audience . when emerald flicker back , she cocks her head off to the side . " might i suggest we go somewhere else to talk ? it's getting a bit cold and i don't want to bring any attention to ourselves or give someone a reason to listen to our conversation . " a pause as head gestures off to her rental car , " there's a twenty - four hour diner a few minutes from here . we can go there if you're hungry . "

WEST VIRGINIA SMELLS OF ROT. a damp, dank, moldy smell that comes from the insides of dead animals and insects. it is a place full of morose desperation, and it's as if it permeates the air. i should have spun a globe, my finger landing on anywhere but here. the rain has stopped from earlier, but i can still smell fresh dirt and sloshed beer. alcohol fuels the violence, and the violence is weaved into the land. no one wants to talk about it, and i don't blame them. secrets that are open, ones that are whispered behind waved fans in the humidity. clicked tongues, heads shaking. bless your heart. when i first moved here, i thought that it would be a place to keep safe from extradition. no one, even with the sharpest of instincts, would look for cho sang-woo in west virgina of the united states. perfection lies under the guise of chipped porcelain and tarnished gold. hell would have been better than this. maybe i'll find out one day, though i know that sooner or later i'll try it for the definite. maybe i'll be smiled upon. oh, cho sang-woo, what a hard life you've lived.

sitting at the bar on a stool that should give splinters, i have a bottle of johnnie walker blue label in front of me. the bartender knows to hand it over and walk away. the horrible guffawing of those playing pool in their backward caps and chained wallets sends a shiver up my spine. i absorb it into my mind, the chill reminding me that these are the people i've chosen to spend my time around. they've tried to bother me, tried to get under my skin, but in their ignorance, they're blind to the fact that i fear nothing. i've seen pain beyond pain, the streaks of blood on sand. red light, green light. the doll's song, once familiar and sweet, echoes like pins and needles. it is a raw sensation, and i take another swallow of liquor. licking remnants from my bottom lip, i don't notice anyone watching me. i'm too encased in my own thoughts, my fingers gripping the glass so hard i swear i hear a crack. my jaw tightens, the sound compared to gi-hun's bones as they broke under a knife. i stabbed him through the neck down to the spine, the scrape of it, the snap  ...  i realize that there is blood in my mouth. i have bit my tongue, as it pressed between my teeth at the wrong time.

spitting it in the glass with venom, with anger, i stand, throwing bills onto the bartop. outside the air is cold, the condensation leaving my mouth in huffs. plucking my cigarettes from my breast pocket, i light up, the tobacco and nicotine infecting the wound. it stings, the hurt reminding me of glass steps breaking and flying and cutting. perhaps i deserve it, perhaps i don't. who's to say? i step into the dirty parking lot, more soil than asphalt, and that's when i see her. red hair like what i swallow into my guts. blood and viscera and ugly, ugly hatred. she says she's from the fbi, but i don't panic. i never do, not anymore. numbness has crawled through me like an invader, shedding the skin of what people consider emotions of the heart. i don't have one, the empty strings plucking violin songs for the dead. back and forth, back and forth. sang-woo, no. i lower my head, placing the cigarette pack back with my lighter. then i pull the cigarette from my mouth and blow the smoke out of her face. she doesn't look stern, but i've already forgotten her name. claire? it doesn't matter. if she's here to deport me, she will. i have no defense, just the itching of my insides and how they quiver at the idea of my mother seeing me in handcuffs. alright, i confess: i do fear something. 

❛❛  can you repeat your name?  ❜❜  a general question, flippant, but my tone is solid. i take another drag, fingers flicking ashes. i haven't broken the law, unless you consider public drunkenness, but i haven't swayed on my feet. the booze doesn't do much these days, the burn isn't satisfying, nor is the grip of cool glass in my palm. i am an abstraction of the truth, i am a projection of calmness. not smiling, i raise the cigarette again, my eyes locked on hers.  ❛❛  what can i do for you?  ❜❜  that's a start, isn't it? 

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just remember, i catch any of you hating on mary linton, it is on sight

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remember the time clarice starling tried to fight a news crew with a jack handle

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      I THOUGHT GOOD GUYS GET TO BE HAPPY?   I'M NOT HAPPY!   I AM POISON IN THE WATER   &   UNHAPPY...   LITTLE GIRL WHO NEEDS HER DADDY REAL BAD–––         /      H0BBS,   ABIGAIL HOBBS BY ARIA,   SIDEBLOG TO TRUEBLU3.

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lol the way jack literally takes revenge in one of the smartest ways possible . like he doesn't tell anyone who he is , he keeps a low profile so he doesn't raise suspicion and it's only when he meets up with ross that he actually reveals himself . after ross is dead , whose gonna tell anyone who killed him ? his brother and wife still don't know who that stranger was , or the random government official .

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imagine: i wrong jack and if i wrote adult jack and how if i interact with other rdr muses that have passed, and it's basically just jack talking to himself cause he's seeing visions of them or they're in his dreams ...

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also feel free to add me on discord, my handle is: hellonlegs .

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Arthur Morgan Looking Cute As Hell 11/??

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i'm doing so tweaking on my wedding speech for my brother's wedding this weekend and also practicing it as I go along . so i might be on a little later than anticipated because i need to get this done before saturday lmao