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Gonna try my best to knock off those replies either tonight or tomorrow. I just found out about a bunch of stuff I need to get done this weekend that I wasn’t expecting.

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Gonna try my best to knock off those replies either tonight or tomorrow. I just found out about a bunch of stuff I need to get done this weekend that I wasn't expecting.

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cat·a·lystˈkad(ə)ləst/

noun

a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change.

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OOC: Started to get a bit more organized, I'll be doing replies on here this weekend + responding to tags. Also, if you think I've accidentally dropped our thread, please don't hesitate to message me; I've been really disorganized lately with keeping track of what I owe.

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{ OOC UPDATE: This blog is now on a permanent semi-hiatus. With the ending of Hannibal, my muse for Mason has grown quite fickle and far between, so replies will likely be slow and very spread apart from now on. Sorry to disappoint anyone }

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I’ve got to hand it to you You’ve played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you’ve made me angry

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hannibal au | hannibal is a fairy king, abducting mortals for the dances at his castle in the other lands

Wicked, wicked!  And then again, perhaps not so wicked after all - for what does he do but follow his nature?  How can he help himself?  (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke)

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                        What if no one died?

                                                 What if….

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The smirk on Mason's face broadened when he witnessed the change in their father's expression. Molson's gaze hardened, and his features became rough. " Really, Margot ?" he prompted, cocking his head as if there were any doubt in his mind. " I could have sworn- " The emphasis was harsh, and his voice drew strength- " -that I saw you doing just that only a few days ago. " he mused. He could barely contain a sneer. " With that... middle-class girl- what's her name, again? Mary? Marcie? " His half-hearted attempt at remembering her identity was used only to fuel the fire he could sense roaring in their father's stomach. Mason loved to prolong his satisfaction- and in that very moment- he had never felt more satisfied in all his life.

ᴏғ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ | ʟɪᴋᴇsᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴠᴀʀɪᴜs

    He was dragging it out. Nice and slowly, savouring the moment. Savouring the fact that he’d be able to reveal Margot’s little secret to Papa, the one who would be the most disgusted by what she was and what she had been doing in his home.

    Margot’s hands came down beside her plate, knife in one hand and fork in the other, gripped tightly. Then, a moment of silence.

    “I haven’t been doing anything like that.”

    She was slow and deliberate in her words. Lying wasn’t something Margot did often; dance around the truth and attempt to avoid it, perhaps, but never lie. This was something she felt worthy of an outright lie, though. She wasn’t to know how Papa would react.

    But when it was her word against her brother’s, she knew who would always come out victorious.

#puttinghimdown

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Eyes narrow on his drink, and his tongue contours his lips. "I prefer lounges to bars." was his simple response. Blue eyes eventually wander from the rim of his martini toward the ominous stranger beside him. " I come here for the company. "

A hum, he shimmies slightly in his seat. head cocked. Curiosities growing as he keeps heed to his new found company. 

❝You don’t come to places like this.❜

Those who did, didn’t have much to say on the quality of their drinks. They were here for the cheep booze. 

        but, what he means to ask is:                          why are you here?

Though it’s not voiced so blatantly.

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   Hands behind his back, Mason    adhered to her instructions.     The heels of his shoes clacked against     linoleum as he pressed toward the kitchen.     Swiftly, he pried open the cabinet and retrieved a     chartreuse bottle of champagne with the     accompaniment of two glass flutes.     It was a while before he returned to her company,     having taken the liberty of botching the     cork and seal of the bottle in order to     pour them both a glass.     Mason liked to live under the     facade of great taste; but his refined     mentality was a poorly-sewn quilt,     covering the rips and stains on his ego.           " Madame," he offered,           a sly grin on his face while the           poorly-spoken french slipped from his tongue.

              “Most people who step through my                 door carry an interest in secrets.”     Her sample was somewhat skewed, given that     the only people to enter her house in the past     few months have been Hannibal Lecter and     the F.B.I. Her purpose in life had morphed     from helping the vulnerable and forwarding     her intellectual pursuits to weaseling her way     behind Hannibal’s human veil and placing her      own secrets out of the reach of Jack Crawford’s      prying fingers.      Bedelia’s eyes narrowed with slight suspicion     in the face of the offer to fetch champagne, at-     tempting to divine the truth of his motive – if     he was truly disinterested in information.               “The cabinet to the                right of the sink.”

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                 Conscience gets expensive, doesn’t it?

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I did one of these a few month’s back, but there’s been an influx of you since then && I just wanted to thank all of you for showing such interest in this character. It’s hard to get the great response, that I have gotten, with an original character, && I’m just supper grateful and love all of ya to bits. 

so time for some shout outs! 

SINNERS: ( aka. babes )

ichorveined/ fcithfacade, priceofjustice/ constantdriift, abovcgod,  arcanelycursed, krackedbones, geometrocities, ofconflict, winterrosx, trcpidation, ribbedistortions, calculatedfate.

SAINTS: ( aka. those I watch over )

devilsxson, innocentdelirium, tentatum, anvbiis, dieerstetraumer, policedeyes, loudhallways/ vanitxte, lisbthslander, gofvckyourself, hydell, fxllingisntgraceful, lamourhaine, gluttcny/ perantiquus, warsounds, xprodigium, mcrality, frcstbit, explcding, detcctive, tastcful, thcriddler/ imcgo, likestradivarius, writtendeceit, bravenotblind, cannibcl/ airioch, persuadedparticipant, ppyre, revmccre, amxrem, loliiiiiita, fraildelusion, battlewrought, superintcndent, pragmatiism, monsigncr, taiintedfaith, onyxmasked, criminxllyinsane, dunklerritter, hardlytrusting, tropicalqueer, solarveined, lowprofilc, shothand, taxmcn, geiisterjager, madrabeag.

I probably forgot people, but I love all of you. Thank you for your patience && time, && you get the drill — Stay cool! 

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I O U ; 

writtendeceit x 1 puttinghimdown x 2 sordiiid x 1 xdrabelgideon x 1 persuadedparticipant x 1 { I'm preparing this list for tomorrow, when I hope to knock all my owed replies off. If I missed someone, or if I totally messed up, feel free to send me an inbox! }

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{ OOC: A small hiatus until this weekend. Thanks for understanding. c: }

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