@l1sten.

he must not be aware she's never said that to anyone, before. never would the independent clarice starling say she couldn't do something without the help of another. but in this case, it was true. and in every case, clarice wanted the doctor at her side. she didn't want to do this without him, any of it. there's a grin that dances across her lips as she moves over just enough to give him space, their hips almost touching. 'never thought i'd be learnin' how t'drive again,' clarice glances at the doctor from the corner of her eye, pausing before leaning over to peck him on the cheek. 'thanks for teachin' me, doctor,'

❝ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄. ❞ FROM CLARICE STARLING, @cstarling

❛   ────clarice starling, you have never needed me ─ or anyone else for that matter ─ in order to do anything. ever. do me the favour of not selling yourself so short in my presence, i officially forbid it. ❜

❛   ... except you're right, you do actually need me for this. scooch over so i can reach the controls, please. ❜

where should you be kissed?

palm. you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

𝐠-𝐝'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞… RAVMALAKH / רב־מלאך. an indie personal interpretation of the archangel gabriel, based off the tanakh & supernatural.

there's a touch of magic to all of this. science, of course, like he said, but unbelievable and impossible sorcery, too. clarice was a woman of of logic, choosing the career she chose because of the black and white aspects of of the tasks she would be accomplishing. she worked with and hunted down humans - despite them always coming up with new ways to kill and cause destruction, at the end of the day, that's all they were, human. and clarice wasn't surprised by any of it, anymore. with her straight thinking and rational, even within the tardis, she still has a small doubt whether this all is real or not. that doubt quickly melts away as she's ushered toward a seat, told to hold on tight, buckle in.

there's a small jolt before clarice takes the warning seriously, rushing forward and strapping herself in before eyes land back on the doctor. she likes the way he rambles, and she likes that he didn't question her ideal destination. it's true, she's spent too long in the city. away from trees and wildlife. it was harder to get lost in a place where there were too many people. she remembers running away into the forest by her house when she was a girl, if just to get away from her fatherless home, for awhile. clarice feels like she hasn't stopped running since. this time, she was going toward something. and she wasn't alone.

short hesitation covers clarice before she slowly undoes her seatbelt. there's a glance toward the doctor as she makes her way towards the door they had entered through only moments before. hand raises, halts. if this was all some kind of trick, clarice would never allow herself to live it down. but she believes in the doctor, and so she pushes open the door, keeping her feet inside as she peers out across an oasis of green. she can't help the small gasp that leaves her at the sight. trees as far as the eye can see, lush and mossy. inhaling, the air smells on like wet earth after a thunderstorm. 'y'got me speechless again, doctor. usually i have a lot more t'say,' clarice chuckles, eyes bright as she glances across the scene. 's'beautiful... not a single factory or skyscraper as far as th'eye can see. can we...' clarice turns backs to the doctor, gaze hopeful. 'are we goin' out there?'

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍, & relief on the contrary washes him in cool and calm before anything more passionate can set his skin aflame. FINALLY YOU'RE NOT ALONE ANYMORE ── it probably won't last forever [ ... ] but maybe it will. it is proven once again that hope was a devilishly easy thing to hold tight between your hands, even when just given the finest sliver. no thicker than a single strand of silver hair. he runs his hand through the mess of curls situated atop his head, and one such hair shakes loose before settling on his lapel. ❛ ────it goes beyond words, i am so glad you agree. ❜ amidst striding circles around the center console, he comes to a sudden halt. spins a small screen around and catches it mid-swing, before sucking at his teeth and running his fingertips eagerly along coordinate keys.

❛ not to worry, it was something of a trick question insofar is there currently exists no right or wrong answer in the entire universe. wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, i think i said that once. whatever that means. ❜ ocean eyes lock onto an array of space-maps, charts, as well as galactic weather forecasts. ❛ let's see here. something green .. i can do green. ❜

to the clear of the throat, he exclaims a rather triumphant HA! before motioning clarice to a nearby seat: ❛ the eye of orion. might want to buckle in your first time, agent starling. definitely hope you've got a strong stomach .. either way, i'll try to be gentle. ❜ & he throws the switch. the TARDIS wheezes, but takes off eventually with what can only be described as a disgruntled moan. it's only a few moments of clamour beneath their feet before he cranks the switch back into place, and leans against the quiet console. folds his hands neatly into his pockets. ❛ once you think you've got your sea-legs, go take a peek outside the door. tell me what you see. oh, and also try not to fall out, please. that's the important bit. afraid my insurance premium would skyrocket. ❜

i have some comms to work on today, and then i'll get some stuff started on @wasdeviant.

omw home, gonna write on @lairedutemps so send stuff there, if you're interested 💖

okay, i'm off to zumba, then i'm getting my nail done and doing some shopping, but i'll be here later.

tehe @wasdeviant

she's aware of what has happened in hawkins. clarice had moved to indiana to get her degree - as well as to get away from her childhood home and everything that she had wanted to leave behind. she was indifferent to the state, so far, but she thought she could make a difference here, help those who needed it, as long as it took. when the big tragedy happened in hawkins, and a bunch of families fled to the bigger city, clarice saw an opportunity to do something to help. suddenly with a handful of kids on her caseload, she knew she needed to use her work for good. sitting across from nancy, clarice slides over a cup of water, keeping her notebook closed to keep nancy comfortable. 'i know your mom's th'one who wanted you t'come here, but choosing t'talk or not talk, that's up t'you,' clarice gives a small grin. 'we can go at your pace,' @nancewheelr.

there's a lesson to be learned, here. something of caution and karma, one that clarice knew of, but would not learn. not in this instance. not for a long time. she stares down at the victim's body, recognizing the man who had been stabbed ten times in the chest from her outing the night before. clairce had encountered him only twice - the first time she watched as he threw around his girlfriend in a rundown bar about a mile outside of the city. she'd abused her power as an fbi agent, looked up his criminal record, saw everything he had gotten away with because the system had so many biases and cracks within it. and the night prior, she had followed him and killed him. there was nothing beautiful about the display. she only leaves the bodies to show other men what could be done to them. agent starling looks down at the victim like he's nothing more than one of their cases - because that's exactly what he is. 'signs all point to th'same mo,' eyes move up to meet elle's, giving nothing away in her expression. 'few more stab wounds than last time. think she's actin' more on her anger than before,' @exilae.

mayhaps... like this for a starter <3 specify verse ( listed below ). multis, please specify who you'd like the starter for. mutuals only.

pre canon: clarice is working as a grief and addiction counselor after getting her initial degrees.

season 1: clarice is in the fbi academy training to become an agent.

season 2: clarice is working under jack crawford, trying to hunt down the ripper.

season 3: clarice is interviewing the locked up hannibal and becoming jaded in her job.

post canon: clarice is looking for will and hannibal after their fall.

reverse: clarice is working for the fbi, but is also a killer of bad / abusive men, and eventually will get caught.

MAGGIE RHEE IN THE WALKING DEAD | 5.07 “Crossed”

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#L1STEN, an independent portrayal of the twelfth doctor, as created in the bbc's ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ & portrayed by peter capaldi. est 2024. by heretic ──── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 [ ... ] 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. (ᶰᵒᶰ⁻ʳᵖ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵈᶰᶤ)

i'm shopping and stuff today, so i won't really be here, but catch me on discord 💖

clarice, ages 13 - 35.