there is no god

i must warn you, nothing here is vegetarian.

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DEAD DOVE. DO NOT FOLLOW FIRST. this is a private / selective roleplay blog for 𝚮𝚨𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝚨𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. [ . . . ] inspiration for this muse is taken from a vast majority of existing medias as well as headcanon and the source. any work that is not mine, i will credit appropriately.

˹ 𝐈 ˼  mains. ˹ 𝐈𝐈 ˼  verses.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ˼  visage.   ˹ 𝐈𝐕 ˼   prose.   ˹ 𝐕 ˼  lore.   ˹ 𝐕𝐈 ˼  aesthetic.

this character is a serial killer and a cannibal. if these themes are too dark for you to handle, then please do not follow me. this portrayal takes aspects of the books, show and movies. if you have criticisms for my portrayal you do not have to engage with me.

𝐈. understand that i have a life which sometimes leaves me away from tumblr for weeks. so very often i am on hiatus without mention, and i will not apologize for it. if this isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i mean it. i will go 8 months not answering your thread and pick it up like no time passed. if that isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i will not entertain guilt-tripping behavior.

𝐈𝐈. i don't always do follow for follow. if you're mutuals with one of my close friends then there is a much higher possibility.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. i am much more open to mains. however, i do not collect muses. if i am writing with a certain character already, i will not seek out other writers of this character.

𝐈𝐕. i love writing pre-established dynamics, often if someone sends in a ask before we have written, i will make my muse speak as if they know each other and we can fill the details in later. i will always ask if something is okay if i feel like it might be over stepping. i am okay with first meetings as well. i love writing shippy things, however i do not ship easily if we are not friends. i would like to actually have a friendship with the person i am shipping my muse with, that being said, i am perfectly okay with unrequited dynamics. on a side note, i do not do pre-established family dynamics unless we have plotted intensely.

𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i state otherwise. i understand being inspired by other writers, but i would appreciate it if you did not steal or copy anything from me.

𝐕𝐈. do not interact with me if you use AI in anyway to roleplay. i will block you.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. listen, if you follow me first and i follow back and you make absolutely no effort in trying to communicate with me and i find out you soft block me. i will hard block at this point to avoid accidentally following you again, because at this point you have shown me you have no interest and no desire to write with me, and i will give you the same energy back. so please do not attempt to follow me again or connect with me again on any of your other blogs either. like i mention before, i do not always do follow for follow, so if i follow you i have an interest in writing with you, however if you have read my rules you will know that work keeps me away from tumblr most of the time, so if you do not follow me with the intention of reaching out to me, then do not follow me at all. they'll be no hard feelings, but if you soft block after i follow you, then i will close further communications with you. i have no space for impatience, lack of communication or just bad energy.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.   𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲.   𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤,      𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫.   hannibal knew that there would never be a time where the world was not at war.   the stirlings were a family with a proud military heritage.   they were usually born leader and that sort of expectation in a family could cause all kinds of dysfunction in society.   hannibal had gotten to know david outside of simple therapy.   he had been an associate of the family for years.   it was important that hannibal remained in good standing with that family.   it was like a shield.   it secured not only work,      but reasonable doubt.

❛ i heard rumors of this phantom regime a while back,      but i suspected it had been a ploy to distract the germans. ❜  hannibal had always been very observant of his surroundings,      and made a rule to stay clear of spies.   he did not want to be a object of their observations,      even if he knew he had no reason to be suspected from a spy that was working to help liberate africa from germany and italy.   but that didn’t mean he was not observing them when they weren’t aware,      still,      he had little use for the bits of information that they left behind like bread crumbs,      ❛ if this regime is meant to be a ghost,      how will you be rewarded for your efforts behind enemy lines? ❜ hannibal raised his head slightly,      and canted it,      ❛ i suppose that they can still reward you for your effort,      but according to the world you will be nothing but a myth… perhaps when you die and the world has moved on,      they will speak of this phantom regiment,      but they will never know your name. ❜ @sasrogue (david stirling)

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𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲.   𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲,    𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.   hannibal had been referred to some of the solders that were returned briefly from the war.   hannibal did appreciate the opportunity to have one on ones with the sas members in particular.   paddy mayne’s mind was of a man who held onto the ghost of his dearly departed so tightly that it seemed he was the one doing the haunting,    digging corpses from their graves and begging the dead to fight on.   the memory of eoin mcgonigal would not rest it seemed until the war ended.   even then,    hannibal doubted that paddy would be capable of finding piece without stirring the dead.

❛ are you still writing poetry? ❜ hannibal adjusted in his seat,    crossing one leg over the other and giving his entire focus to paddy,    ❛ you never had a issue with killing before,    isn’t that right? does it keep you awake now? ❜ hannibal had heard in minor details of the men who had been left to drown before the invasion of italy.   few of the sas members had mentioned it in their sessions with him.   however,    paddy mayne did not enjoy his brain on display for someone like hannibal to poke and prod at like a specimen.   instead,    hannibal approached it like a maze.   paddy's responses would give him access to the core of his struggles,    be it these dying men or the death of his close companion.   it should have been hannibal's mission to aid paddy in his methods of grieving,    but hannibal was obsessed with the growing rage embedding itself into paddy.   his heart was becoming akin to stone.   ❛ there are rumors that your superiors keep placing you on the frontline and forcing you into suicide missions because they want to get rid of a problem,    that problem being you. ❜

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧.   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.   𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫.   𝐟𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.   it was his first kill,    and instead of an awakening he was hiding inside of himself.   the wasn't uncommon,    but hannibal needed to shine light on all of the shadows and give him no place to hide.   aside from the act being a just response to learning of the death of your friend,    the doctor had been manipulating the girl that he loved into forgetting herself and her friends.   his experimental psychology was beginning to remove memories and make him her savior.   hannibal recognized the obsession as soon as he witnessed dr.   foster with his patient.   hannibal always knew when he was in the presence of a killer,    but this was an act of wanting to possess this young girl and killing everyone who got in the way.   poor freddie mcclair had done just that.   that had been dr.   fosters mistake.   he killed the wrong one and left the avenger to seek his prey.   james cook was not a murderer,    but he would always kill.   he was most akin to a feral animal.   this fascinated hannibal.

❛ you have killed again. ❜  hannibal allowed the young man to enter his home.   after all he had told him if he should ever need refuge again,    then he would allow his home to be just that.   he recognized they way cook’s eyes mirrored the boy enraged at the tragedy of his friends demise.   however,    the fear of what he had done chipped away.   ❛ but you have again lost someone in order to have killed. ❜  hannibal clicked his tongue and shut the door,    locking it.   ❛ is it absolution you seek now? or do you realize that the world that you live in cannot afford the niceties you have offered it? ❜ hannibal knew now the boy who had murdered for his friend had been replaced with a new kind of creature.   ❛ what will it be this time? will you run away again? ❜ @griefhaunt

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t𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.   𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.   𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.   the general makeup of man can change over night or in an instant.   patrick was exhibiting signs of change since his return from the whaling vessel.   he was haunted by the persona of a man named henry drax.   patrick described him as the devil.   hannibal had been intrigued by this man who had claimed part of his colleague’s soul.   what the war hadn’t destroyed the venture that he took surely did.   hannibal now wondered if patrick would allow this man to undo him or if he would devour him as he did the polar bear.

❛ i find that when we are cornered we are likely to become more like the predator than the prey. ❜  the silence had been allowed to live for too long.   he noticed how his own voice disturbed the lack of sound with such abruptness that it almost felt rude,    ❛ were you caught in a reverie just now? reliving your fight with the bear? ❜ hannibal canted his head.   he was genuinely curious of patrick,    more than he had been before.   ❛ this trip has done you good,    i can see that you are no longer lost and longing behind your eyes. ❜  when the time did come,    hannibal knew that patrick would slaughter the man as he did the bear—drink his fill and claim his soul. @icereborn

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𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.   𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲,    an offering of flayed flesh.   it was an interesting word to use.   a vulgar display of violence and gore that lasted for hours.   hannibal had always watched jimmy in these moments.   he does not view their lives equal to his own.   he does not even regard his jimmies with care or concern.   they are his to play with and control.   it is only hannibal that he views differently.

❛ we have spoken before of your father and how you grew up,    but i want to speak to you about the method in which you choose your fingers. ❜  hannibal had not shed the skin of the psychiatrist yet.   he had always been curious about the minds of others who saw the world as he did.   he had been searching for someone to call his equal,    and for a moment he did wonder if jimmy crystal could ascend past this charade into who he truly was.   ❛ as i recall you used to attend church? had you always been aware that you were son of the devil? ❜ hannibal did not want to tear jimmy’s perception from him,    but he would need to undo it if they were ever able to become one and the same.    he would strip him of the deity that confined him to worship. @howzaat

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬.   𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞,    𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥.   joseph had been honest with hannibal of his intentions with the world,    and his devotion moved even hannibal,    who believed that their was no god nor higher power working throughout the world.   it was simply and ideology that men needed to believe that their was something else at work to explain that which they could not control.   a part of hannibal believed that was true for joseph seed,    but the other part wondered if there was truth to the destruction of which joseph spoke of. 

❛ you plan to stay confined to this compound until judgement then? ❜ hannibal held a copy of the book of joseph in his lap.   he had just finished reading it.   there were details of joseph’s life that he displayed for his followers to aid in convincing them.   it seemed to be an autobiography leading up to this moment.   it was written with so much fervor,    but there was something vulnerable about it.   hannibal could see how so many people congregated around joseph.   they had a desire to protect him and the book made them feel closer to him.   ❛ what will you do if the deputy’s wrath reaches you? they seem hellbent on destroying everything that you worked so hard to build. ❜  hannibal clicked his tongue,    his mind musing on the efficiency of destruction and how quickly things could be destroyed.   he truly did wonder if joseph would absolve them of guilt and convince them to put down their arms one last time. @nowfather

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬,    𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞.   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.   he lets the foolish fantasy of a divine being intervening to cease what he started.   after all,    it takes another god to aid in smiting he who has risen above human morality.   hannibal does not need the meek to worship him.   they satisfy him with their offerings of flesh.   he recognizes instantly the contradictions playing out in his head.   it amuses him to know that even he is affected by this trap in reality.   where it seems others have pushed themselves into the puzzle,    fitting where they click comfortably.

❛ you make delicious pies,    ned. ❜  hannibal is impressed by how ned manages to mirror his life outside of this town.   the pies are more than just edible,    they have a baker’s touch that cannot be easily emulated,    but they are not suited to hannibal’s particular palate.   that information hannibal does not allow to slip free.   nothing made in this town would ever be enough to satisfy him,    ❛ is it safe for me to assume that aside from the creatures at night,    you feel quite at home here with a place to put your talents to work. ❜  unlike hannibal. @piesmake

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬.   𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.    it had been will graham to remind him of that feeling,    that feral pleasure of prowling through the day without a care of which prey saw you take what was yours.   teeth sinking into flesh,    they will all bear witness to this carnal display of dominance.   will knew what he was underneath the expensive suits and feigned reservation.   though in this quaint little town,    he was nothing more than a survivor.   he did not need human flesh to survive,    but his predatory nature subsided in place of what he had been once upon a time.

❛ do you plan to warn these people of me,    will? ❜ the was unspoken threat in his tone that he knew will would find,    hold and analyze until he picked every piece apart.   these people were nothing but prey to him.   few of them sparked an idle curiosity inside of him,    but it was a meager light.   there were those who wanted to survive,    and then there were those who needed others to guide them.   they complained of food,    but their desperation had not met the peak.   they still lived in luxuries,    expecting all they were afforded to be provided by those they hailed as their leaders.   ❛ these people do not deserve you as their protector—they are faced with a difficult dilemma with no way out,    but the majority of them do nothing to change this,    instead they wait for change to happen so that they can react to it. ❜  hannibal knew that will would not choose these people over him.   he knew it because of the way will looked at them.   in time,    these people would be useful,    but only for self preservation. @eidetix

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just so we're clear, h.annibal won't be eating your muse, he might fantasize about it, but like ibr, anyone he talks to he is going to have a genuine intrigue as to why he won't treat them like their inferior to him. he's not above becoming obsessed with someone. it doesn't even have to be someone who necessarily matches his intellect.