#c: Clarice

[xdaniellexbrisbyx]

Where: The Chateau Who: @bbyfangsclarice​

Danielle was making her way back to her cell, a towel wrapped around her with we hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. She had left her jumper on her bed. Wet feet padded softly on the cement and her steps had quickened when she realised what guard was behind her. There was no way she was going to be stopped by them tonight. 

She walked into her small space. Her nose wrinkles when she catches a scent, the cell beside her now with an occupant. “Clarice?” She turns to look at the blonde. “You are back beside me. You must be on good behaviour?” 

[lcstinthewoods]

&&; @milkteethss

"No one will find us here," Clarice whispers to her companion as she leads the way to an isolated alcove overlooking the gardens, hidden away from the bustling parts of the castle. Gripping the other's hand tight, she tugs her into the small space, climbing up onto the stone ledge with a satisfied smile. "There." She announces, pulling the other down with her.

[buttercupart]

not-so-happy Holidays

[alexarrot]

avoiding answering directly in a question

"if you were to write an essay, what theme would you choose?"

Well one that i like (obito uchiha), one that i love(dexter morgan) so much to the point in putting it on paper(deadpool), a theme that im passionate about (good omens) and that i like (hannibal).

[kooki914]

I AM HERE

More incorrect quotes except there’s a few more characters! A few are from me and my friends

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Spade: Never eat the ashes of the dead

Queen: I will

Spade: Nuh uh. I already did. I used them as popcorn seasoning

Queen: FORBIDDEN PEPPER

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Asgore: Hey guys what should I eat?

Spade: Newborns

—

Spade: Go fuck yourself.

Asgore, smugly (and also probly drunkly): Sure, but only if you watch

—

Toriel: You're a lying piece of shit!

Asgore: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Spade: I'm leaving and I'm taking Queen with me!

Rudy, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Asgore: Team A will consist of myself, Spade, Toriel, and Rudy.

Asgore: Team B will consist of Queen.

—

Toriel: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Asgore: Schrödinger's boys.

Spade: FUCK!

Rudy: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Queen: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Queen: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Toriel: ...

Asgore: ...

Spade: ...

Rudy: ...

Queen: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

—

Queen: What makes you all smile?

Toriel: Friends and Family.

Rudy: Snacks.

Spade: Victory and success.

Asgore: Face muscles.

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He needs help

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Queen: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Rudy: 'Prettiest Smile'

Toriel: 'Nicest Personality'

Spade: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Asgore: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

—

Toriel: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Rudy: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Queen: Drunk.

Spade: Wasted.

Asgore: Dead.

I actually got a bunch of ideas for the monopoly one so I feel the need to expand on it: Rudy takes the role of banker out of necessity, as no one else wants it, not even Queen, who can do all the necessary math in less than a second. Spade tries to cheat at multiple points in time but Rudy and Toriel keep catching him, Asgore is none the wiser. Because of this, Asgore is the first out of the game due to bankruptcy. While Queen's busy laughing at him, she ends up getting ousted from the game too, betrayed by her fellow queen Toriel. Rudy is just playing to survive while Toriel and Spade are at each others throats. Neither of them are letting up. Spade's been in jail more times than he can count but somehow it's not slowing him down. Toriel is beyond pissed. Insults start getting thrown, mostly by Spade. Queen and Asgore get caught in the crossfire. Rudy's the only one still staying at least Somewhat lighthearted with all of this. Then Toriel and Spade start screaming at each other:

In other news here's the yearbook shitpost that I included someone else into as well whom i will post about in the near future I Hope.

And last but not least:

[hauntedandmurdered]

Let's get one thing straight.

I fall asleep thinking about Silence of the Lambs.

And the first thing I think of when waking up the next morning is Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling.

I don't know when it happened or how I crossed that line of sanity, but one half of my brain seems to have been taken over by a demon. I don't care. I'm living my best life.

[survibers]

"Mrs. Michaels! Hi, you sort of snuck up on me there, sorry," Alma apologized immediately, realizing that they had been lost in their own thoughts. The past few weeks had felt never ending and painful for so many reasons. Even though her father was in better spirits and encouraging her to be as well it was getting harder when it was just the two of them holding onto hope. Her recent argument with her mother had caused a divide between them that felt impossible to overcome and to make matters worse, her jerk of a brother had joined in on piling onto her stress. As if he cared about her relationship with her mother before. It was a lot and it was affecting Alma in every way, including her ability to actually be present at work which had never been an issue before.

"Oh they're going, ebb and flow, you know? We had a big crowd for mother's day, lots of people wanting to make crafts for their moms and now we're moving on to almost summer activities. End of year projects for the little one. It's been good, keeps me busy," which Alma needed more than ever now. "Can I help you with anything? I don't think Dani is on shift yet but I'm happy to help. How's your day been?"

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This starter is open exclusively for Alma Andrada! (tags: @alma-andrada) Location: Art Murmur Ft. character: Clarice Michaels

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It was another lengthy day of endless paperwork for Clarice, who'd spent her entire morning at the real estate offices preparing documents and reviewing leases. Not exactly thrilling stuff, yet although mindless droning over fine print might just be enough to drive the average joe to insanity, Clarice has never once complained. After all, a deeply focused individual is one not constantly troubled by thoughts of a broken family- but the mind does tend to wander, doesn't it? That's how Clarice often ended up outside Art Murmur. She paused in front of the store doors, studying her watch. By this time Dani had to be well into her 4th period class at the university. Clarice practically had her daughter's meticulous schedules burned into her brain. Whenever she wasn't keeping occupied, she'd automatically clock into mother mode; and considering the relatively recent surfacing of dangers in Shrike, it was rather hard to fault her. She sighed, drifting into the store. She was no stranger to this place, having spent plenty of time and money learning her child's favorite mediums, colors, and equipment to create with. Now that Dani worked here, this place almost seemed sacred. Clarice quickly noticed a young woman in uniform, who apparently didn't realize a customer had finally arrived. "Hi there!" She called out, notably pleased as the girl turned to her, glad to see that Dani was working alongside such a friendly looking face. "Beautiful evening today. How're things going here at the store?"

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[evillivesheree]

" Yes, Clarice Starling that's me. " Clarice stood from where she was siting and slowly made her way through the crowd of people. Everyone looked at her and whispered to each other. Of course, Clarice knew what they were talking about. It wasn't hard to put it together. Everywhere she went all she heard was about the case that made her famous.

Taking on Buffalo Bill and Hannibal Lecter made her very famous and everyone wanted her on their team. But Clarice wished that she could pulled that whole case behind her. Because yes it made her well known and very famous, but it also weighed heavy on her mind. There were times when she couldn't sleep or even eat because she feared that Hannibal Lecter was near by watching her every movement.

Her eyes lowered for a moment while she listened for the whispers to stop. "It's very nice to meet you." Clarice said softly while holding out her hand. "I hope that I can give some insight on things and help in any way I can."

----> @justicescreaming <3

[partangel]

june book haul... i SAID JUNE BOOK HAUL!!!!

[xdaniellexbrisbyx]

@bbyfangsclarice​

This was the part she hated from all of it, off in the washrooms to give them a clean. They were keeping them extra busy tonight and honestly, there was one she wanted to spend a little more time with. Pushing the cart in, she was surprised to see Clarice already there. “Seems they have sent both of us.” She liked the company of the vampire. “How is the night going for you?”

[kindheartedgummybears]

this is...

this is........

this is bullshi-

[cutexasxabutton]

|🎄| ❝Uh, uh, I think this is a tag dump?❞ |❄️|

[infestedviscera]

[ososorry]

*alone with my thoughts for 5 minutes* im just tired of livin like this.. *listens to true love waits by radiohead 57 times* im dead inside i think. Clinically stupid and boring and sad

*gf is here* nevermind im not mentally ill anymore i love life and i will kill for her i have so many talents and im certified smart and good

[thunderstruck9]

Clarice Beckett (Australian, 1887-1935), Wet Evening, c.1927. Oil on cardboard, 25.7 x 30.4 cm. Castlemaine Art Museum, Castlemaine, Victoria

[questionthewitness]

you are made of pain and grief and regret and love. that is all you are, and all you have ever been, and all you ever will be.

or, tim wright, a brief synopsis.

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