Opinion: Freddie Lounds as I see her
May. 16th, 2013 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thenaughtymissloundsThis is just how I see her, so if people are kind of wondering why I’m going overboard fan girl with the Freddie love they can check this out. It’s long so after a cut of course.
Oh it contains really course language and messed up things I said about Freddie before I liked her, really really harsh things, as well as descriptions of the fics that I write. I warn because I don’t need people to personally attack me for things I realize were said out of annoyance and hate. It’s also under a cut so if you follow it and read it and then get upset that’s your problem.
To be honest I fucking hated her when it first started, like I yelled something really horrible about her in Amuse-Bouche and I fully admit it was horrible and even my roommate was like “HOLY SHIT” and I am usually outrageous to begin with. I blurted out “She needs to get raped in the face cause all her slut mouth is good for is sucking cock” Yeah okay you seem cool enough to understand that I was just that fed up with her and I would never wish that on anyone.
By Entree a light switched on in my brain. I understood her with ONE line she said.
“here we are, a bunch of psychopaths helping each other out” and in that moment I loved the hell out of her.
I wrote a death fic for her almost instantly, called Silencing Lounds where Hannibal tortures her and brutalizes her sexually before slowly letting her bleed to death while she watches him eat her tongue. I tell you because that got WAY more rave reviews than I expected and spawned a sequel that people are going nuts over. Then Entree aired and I’m like FUCK I GET her now. So that’s when I started writing Sympathy For Lecter (another one that’s getting A LOT more attention than I thought)
Anyway, the reason I understand her is that the way I see her is, she’s basically me.
“Are you a psychopath, Ms. Lounds?” He asked her after a moment, trying to get her saliva off of his face by rubbing it against the carpet. The thing was ruined now anyway, he’d be getting rid of it as soon as possible.
“Are you?” She asked him. As far as she knew she wasn’t, she was in love with Alana, had the ability to empathize, and knew right from wrong. The thing with her was that she chose when to acknowledge these things and when to shut them off. She chose to be in everything for herself, she chose not to care. It could come across as looking rather psychopathic but she knew better. Not that she would ever give him a straight answer on that.
That’s an excerpt from Sympathy For Lecter that gives really good insight on how I see her. I feel that I understand exactly where she’s coming from. She’s in it for herself, she doesn’t care who she hurts, she wants to expose the truth but she also wants to be recognized for doing those things. She feels that it doesn’t matter what it takes as long as in the end she gets what the fuck she wants. She basically has no one, all that she has is her website and her journalism. She has her loyal readers and that’s about it. She wants to know the truth, expose it, and not keep it hidden from the world. She doesn’t care who hates her. Everything is a means to an end. Though I believe she has the capacity to feel and love and all that, she also has the ability to turn it off and choose when and where she uses it. (That scene BTW was right before she mutilates Hannibal in the fic it’s an oddly premised fic)
The reason I came to think of her this way is because I’m basically the same. I have another blog on here that is WILDLY popular and only gaining followers every day. Every time I go on a rant, expose liars and horrible people for their behavior I just get more followers. On that blog anything I post gets at least 50 notes eventually and AT LEAST one or two responses. People either curse my name or call me perfect. I do exactly what she does just on a smaller scale.
I understand her motivations, I understand that she only chooses to care when she wants to (much like me) and I understand why she works the way she does because she wants recognition because she knows she has a story to tell (much like me)
This is at least the way I currently see Freddie in my head. It also doesn’t help that she’s amazingly beautiful and I don’t gender discriminate I find people attractive not genitals. All I know is from that fic (Sympathy For Lecter) I’ve gotten many notes about how people hated her til they read how I wrote her. The first 2 chapters are written entirely from her point of view, you don’t get into anyone elses head.
I wrote her as Hannibal’s match when it came to wits. In the first chapter she manipulates and outsmarts him to a point where she can get him restrained. She’s smart, she’s cruel, she’s beautiful, she’s cold, she calculating and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. It’s how I like to see myself. Just like Freddie, I will not sit idly by when bad shit is happening nor will I ever be a victim.
Oh it contains really course language and messed up things I said about Freddie before I liked her, really really harsh things, as well as descriptions of the fics that I write. I warn because I don’t need people to personally attack me for things I realize were said out of annoyance and hate. It’s also under a cut so if you follow it and read it and then get upset that’s your problem.
To be honest I fucking hated her when it first started, like I yelled something really horrible about her in Amuse-Bouche and I fully admit it was horrible and even my roommate was like “HOLY SHIT” and I am usually outrageous to begin with. I blurted out “She needs to get raped in the face cause all her slut mouth is good for is sucking cock” Yeah okay you seem cool enough to understand that I was just that fed up with her and I would never wish that on anyone.
By Entree a light switched on in my brain. I understood her with ONE line she said.
“here we are, a bunch of psychopaths helping each other out” and in that moment I loved the hell out of her.
I wrote a death fic for her almost instantly, called Silencing Lounds where Hannibal tortures her and brutalizes her sexually before slowly letting her bleed to death while she watches him eat her tongue. I tell you because that got WAY more rave reviews than I expected and spawned a sequel that people are going nuts over. Then Entree aired and I’m like FUCK I GET her now. So that’s when I started writing Sympathy For Lecter (another one that’s getting A LOT more attention than I thought)
Anyway, the reason I understand her is that the way I see her is, she’s basically me.
“Are you a psychopath, Ms. Lounds?” He asked her after a moment, trying to get her saliva off of his face by rubbing it against the carpet. The thing was ruined now anyway, he’d be getting rid of it as soon as possible.
“Are you?” She asked him. As far as she knew she wasn’t, she was in love with Alana, had the ability to empathize, and knew right from wrong. The thing with her was that she chose when to acknowledge these things and when to shut them off. She chose to be in everything for herself, she chose not to care. It could come across as looking rather psychopathic but she knew better. Not that she would ever give him a straight answer on that.
That’s an excerpt from Sympathy For Lecter that gives really good insight on how I see her. I feel that I understand exactly where she’s coming from. She’s in it for herself, she doesn’t care who she hurts, she wants to expose the truth but she also wants to be recognized for doing those things. She feels that it doesn’t matter what it takes as long as in the end she gets what the fuck she wants. She basically has no one, all that she has is her website and her journalism. She has her loyal readers and that’s about it. She wants to know the truth, expose it, and not keep it hidden from the world. She doesn’t care who hates her. Everything is a means to an end. Though I believe she has the capacity to feel and love and all that, she also has the ability to turn it off and choose when and where she uses it. (That scene BTW was right before she mutilates Hannibal in the fic it’s an oddly premised fic)
The reason I came to think of her this way is because I’m basically the same. I have another blog on here that is WILDLY popular and only gaining followers every day. Every time I go on a rant, expose liars and horrible people for their behavior I just get more followers. On that blog anything I post gets at least 50 notes eventually and AT LEAST one or two responses. People either curse my name or call me perfect. I do exactly what she does just on a smaller scale.
I understand her motivations, I understand that she only chooses to care when she wants to (much like me) and I understand why she works the way she does because she wants recognition because she knows she has a story to tell (much like me)
This is at least the way I currently see Freddie in my head. It also doesn’t help that she’s amazingly beautiful and I don’t gender discriminate I find people attractive not genitals. All I know is from that fic (Sympathy For Lecter) I’ve gotten many notes about how people hated her til they read how I wrote her. The first 2 chapters are written entirely from her point of view, you don’t get into anyone elses head.
I wrote her as Hannibal’s match when it came to wits. In the first chapter she manipulates and outsmarts him to a point where she can get him restrained. She’s smart, she’s cruel, she’s beautiful, she’s cold, she calculating and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. It’s how I like to see myself. Just like Freddie, I will not sit idly by when bad shit is happening nor will I ever be a victim.
