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𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 ! 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙽𝚈 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙳 . 𝙹𝚄𝙼𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 , 𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 . 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙻𝙻 ! 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙺𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙴𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳 . 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 , 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽 . 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂’ 𝙳𝙴𝙽 .
Would you say Hannibal is bisexual? Or asexual?
OH BOY , OH GEE , OH GOLLY ! my honest to god reply is i don’t know. for me ( and i underline the FOR ME bit because it’s fine for other roleplayers to have a different take on this ) hannibal isn’t particularly concerned or interested in sex itself. his partners aren’t chosen because of any physical elements , they’re chosen because developing a relationship with them , no matter the nature of said relationship , would be interesting . because that’s the thing with hannibal , i think he truly believes himself to be above 99% of the people around him , and i do think he has a bit of a god complex in which he observes others , winds them up , watches them go , and either it ends up in disaster or a party it’s all fine as long as it’s ENTERTAINING . and the same goes with more romantic or sexual scenarios , lecter doesn’t get physically involved with people out of DESIRE , despite being absolutely capable of identifying attractiveness / beauty in people that’s not the issue here , he does it because he’s CURIOUS . alana bloom becomes a target to his affections because they have known each other for a long time , because she is interesting , but also because she would be a valuable ally and alibi , not to mention will graham was attracted to her and … hannibal knows it would torture him to know he has alana in such a vulnerable position. bedelia also receives lecter’s affections because she is aware of what he is and chooses to engage him and support him ( in her own special ways ) and challenge him by still sort of playing the psychiatrist role throughout out their eerie and unhealthy relationship . . . and i mean i can’t ever forget the whole dimmond dinner scene where he suggests a threesome and hannibal actually looks at bedelia searching for some kind of approval . . . because it would be fun. at the end of it all , that’s all hannibal wants . to have fun through extreme and dangerous means while at the same time making sure he can keep his freedom and dignity intact . he gives little pushes and lets things happen , gender and sex don’t really matter.
killtreaty:
𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶.
john quincy coleman. fandomless hitman oc. featuring various verses. as loved by nee.
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Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, Deer and Deer Hounds in a Mountain Torrent (detail), 1832
I loved the dark gorgeousness of his mind, and the utter, quite palpable, almost hallucinatory loneliness of it.
on Edgar Allan Poe, “Cosmology” by Marilynne Robinson (via writemeanna)
fleckeds:
he was so small in that chair . his knees held his thin , sinewy arms between each other , and his shoulders rolled into a slouch .
arthur didn ’ t belong .
pale fingers drew circles into the back of his blemished hand , and as arthur sat still , his mouth fidgeted in accordance with the rest of his body , and his self .
‘ no , ’ he shook his head , half - shrugging . ‘ not really . a little . there ’ s still bruising , but . . . no . ’
his eyes were vacant , absorbed in the appeal of nothing in particular , sat interestingly nowhere . he blinked wetly , and dragged his eyes over the room in some hopeless effort . ‘ i just think it ’ s funny , ’ he said , his mouth half - open . ‘ what ’ s going on in the world . ’
it was a sudden shift , a flash of minor epiphany , that passed over the black of his pupils , as his cold eyes latched onto the doctor . ‘ do you think the world ’ s ending , doctor ? barbra thinks so . my social worker . she told me . probably why she hired you . ’ his gaze averts , out a window . ‘ she . . . needed a break , i think . ’ the gaze returned , more calloused now . ‘ you know they ’ re shutting down the offices ? ’ arthur lost interest in his own train of thought .
he thought of gotham . he thought of his mother . he thought of being a comedian . ‘ it ’ s like i ’ m watching myself die . and it’s just so slow . ’
the gaze of his patient matched the tea in his cup : deep , dark , complex in its’ flavor . arthur’s frame could barely hold whatever had been brewing within the depths of his being . it was visible in the way his fingers twitched and his back bent . when his eyes met lecter’s the doctor didn’t flinch . instead he watched closely , hoping that he would have the opportunity to watch the dams of arthur’s mind fracture right there and then . to witness that moment , to watch the pitch blackness of his irises spill over and stain the world around him like an oil spill spreading across the ocean ... HANNIBAL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL . ━━ but whatever thread mr. fleck had tied himself in seemed to be strong enough to hold him together . at least for now .
the good doctor drank his words , let them sit on his tongue . and , finally , voiced his opinion . ❝ children and optimists alike believe some things to be eternal . ❞ dark eyes wondered off to glance at nothing in particular . somewhere right over arthur’s shoulder but also miles away from his office , hannibal thought he heard a small cry . it was quickly muffled by something much larger . locked away in the hidden depths of his memory palace . SAFE & SOUND . ❝ but you are not a child , arthur . and i imagine the events you are faced with on a daily basis keep you from adopting an optimistic worldview . ❞ caved-in eyes meet large bulging ones once more . ━━ ARTHUR DIDN’T BELONG . but only because he was too large for this poor excuse of a “man-suit” . it was a sad thing , to look uncomfortable in one’s own skin . someone ought to rip through the stitching and set arthur loose .
a leg bent over the other and two suspiciously impeccable hands were folded over lecter’s lap . he offered his patient a very small smile . welcoming but not too comforting . ❝ if you were to die now , how would you feel about your life ? ❞
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto in una smorfia il singhiozzo e ‘l dolor! Turn your distress and tears into jest, your pain and sobbing into a funny face!
@hisact
hallo vrienden .
( * &. – SHARP OBJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ all of history was written by men, so… of course they’re gonna make themselves look good. ’
‘ as i recall, you couldn’t even get it up. ’
‘ bless your heart. bless your heart very much. ’
‘ can i sleep over with you? ’
‘ does it ever get better, with your family? ’
‘ fine, you can sleep in my bed, come on. you can sleep with me. ’
‘ hardly matters. you’re ruined. all out of spite. ’
‘ i believe she’s outstayed her welcome. ’
‘ i don’t mean to sound cruel, but i don’t think part of your heart can ever work if you don’t have kids. ’
‘ i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids. ’
‘ i have to get home for heaven’s sake! ’
‘ i miss her sometimes, even though i didn’t know her. ’
‘ i never loved you. i hope that is of some comfort to you. ’
‘ i think we should just sleep separate tonight then we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay? ’
‘ i won’t grow up, not me. ’
‘ if i can, you can. ’
‘ if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’. ’
‘ it’s hotter than a whore in church today. ’
‘ i’m a bit tired, i think i should just sleep in my bed tonight. ’
‘ i’m glad you’re back. ’
‘ i’m incorrigible too. only she doesn’t know it. ’
‘ i’m just a little frustrated ‘cause the girl i’m seeing won’t call me back. ’
‘ i’m not decent. no, i’m not. ’
‘ i’m trash, from old money. ’
‘ i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess. ’
‘ just forget about it, alright? i have. ’
‘ let’s dig deep here… favorite color, favorite ice cream, favorite season? think you can handle it? ’
‘ life is pressure. grow up. ’
‘ my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed. ’
‘ nothing’s ever your fault, is it? ’
‘ please stay. ’
‘ please stay. if i can, you can. ’
‘ she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns. ’
‘ so, uh, are you guys dating now? ’
‘ that day has haunted me. ’
‘ well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me. ’
‘ well, looks like we both got fucked. ’
‘ we’re alike. i knew we would be. ’
‘ what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you. ’
‘ what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out? ’
‘ whenever i’m here, i just– i feel like a bad person. ’
‘ you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk. ’
‘ you gonna hit me? be dangerous. ’
‘ you have the control and… they like you. ’
‘ you turned out so wonderful, smart, beautiful, successful, and brave. ’
‘ you were born with it, that cold nature. ’
‘ your friend sounds like an after school special. ’
‘ you’re a sick fuck. ’
‘ you’re like my sister. ’
‘ you’re like my soulmate. ’
mindhunt:
ANY WAY WE CAN HAVE THAT MUZZLE REMOVED ? the intent had been 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 but turned down on 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 . holden ford had let edmund kemper FAKE - SLIT his throat & slide muscular arms ‘round his meager frame … for the sake of science & despair . yet no amount of begging SECURITY would have let them remove the livid mask off the offender’s face , TURNING A MAN INTO A BEAST . a monster with an appetite for the unacceptable . as if fascinated by the terrifying presence facing him , 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 with unconcealed interest . 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 ; the doctor is a master of his «art» & emotions . a wolf , trained to hide among the sheep , disguising himself as their close FRIEND & confident . ❝ the duality of 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 is prevalent in our nature . it helps us decide on our actions , estimate the consequences and act accordingly . ❞ nothing NEW for the psychiatrist , but the 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 feels almost needed to guide a stray conscience .
❝ you remind me of quite a few people , too . five that come to mind . otis toole , arthur shawcross , jeffrey dahmer , albert fish and edward gein . i’m sure some of those names are FAMILIAR to a man like yourself , hannnibal . ❞ convicted felons with a propensity toward 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 . though not all as ORGANIZED as lecter , perhaps . ❝ these men , unlike the majority , have a far more one - sided perspective on the world around them . ❞ five gruesome pictures spread out on the table separating them , each snapped on the 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 left behind by the mentioned criminals . & holden’s bright gaze is adamantly set on lecter’s . ❝ ━━ do they remind you of martyrs ? ❞
━ @dinnerhost . from .
the agent spread out the pictures upon the table after he spoke the names of the men he believed lecter to fit in with . the doctor found the comparison rather TASTELESS . he did recognize them . their modus operandi was only lightly connected to lecter’s due to their tendency towards consuming human flesh . CANNIBALS they’d name them . all of them . the good doctor found that tasteless too . hannibal thought about leaning over and taking a closer look at those images , but due to his restraints he decided against it . if he could avoid any undignifying gestures , HE WOULD . so he remained still , his heavily-lidded eyes glancing at the photos of butchered parts with a nonchalance not fit for the occasion . ❝ all of those who are persecuted and killed due to their beliefs are martyrs . ❞ the inmate pointed out from under his muzzle . dark eyes met with holden’s once more : they were blue and unforgivingly focused on their task while at the exact same time attempting to keep their distance from the deep end ... HE DID REMIND HIM OF SOMEONE . ❝ our christian upbringing has embellished that which is meant to be a neutral term . ❞
hannibal spoke calmly , his voice as soft as velvet on skin . but he felt challenged by holden . not in a threatening manner , he harbored no grudges or anger towards the young man . rather , he saw this as a friendly exchange between two opposite teams . ford spoke of good and bad ; but those weren’t the values which separated them . the reasons for their opposition was far simpler . all that kept them apart was a bridge between HERE and THERE . a bridge anyone could cross under the right guidance . even if holden seemed to be convinced of otherwise .
❝ ━━ you too may suffer from martyrdom , agent ford . ❞
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@tenchs from here
there is a fly on the wall . the good doctor kept his fingers laced over the chemically scrubbed desk , ignoring the insect’s occasional buzzing . the light hovering over their heads was unforgiving ; harsh and blue , it made both of them look older than they were . but one of them looked particularly WORN OUT that morning . there were pictures spread across the metallic surface . crime scene photos were displayed like a gigantic ominous fan . the tape recorder was there , as usual , capturing hannibal’s every breath , every small shift , waiting hungrily for his words so they could be dissected and poked at later by clumsy hands fueled only by the same childish curiosity that drove children to burn ant farms . the fly climbs up the wall . ━━━━ lecter skimmed over the bloated limbs lost among autumn leaves and the close-ups of surgical scars . but he only seemed mildly interested in special agent tench’s depressing catalogue .
when he lifted his head to look at his interviewer , the light bulb above them shone down on hannibal’s head . his brow casted a large shadow over his eyes . there was nothing there . the heavily-lidded gaze that had greeted both agent tench and ford was lost to darkness , replaced by horrible black pits that allowed no glimmer of humanity to shine through . THE ABYSS STARED AT BILL TENCH . and the fly continued its’ climb . ❝ it’s a shame agent ford could not join us today . ❞ under that light , the good doctor’s smiles were invisible . he looked terribly still as he stared at the agent before him . but bill tench was also still ; there sat a man that had built himself up until he had stopped being a man altogether . ━━━━ BILL TENCH WAS A WALL . and cracks had began to plague his concrete structure . ❝ it is clear now that his presence is fundamental to these sessions . his attempts at empathy humanize us . and you guide him steadily through the process . like abraham guided isaac to mount moriah . ❞ the fly zig-zagged up above their heads . it landed atop the picture of a dead girl to clean its’ wings .
❝ do you wish to spare holden , agent ford ? or having a poke at him ? ❞
The Dragon Devouring the Companions of Cadmus (detail) by Hendrick Goltzius, 1588.
━ 002.
No matter how Barney might want to romanticize it and try to make it Beauty and the Beast, Lecter's object - as you know from personal experience - is always degradation and suffering. He comes in the guise of a mentor - as he did to you - and her - but it's distress that excites him. To draw him - if that's the goal - she needs to be distressed. If you want to make her attractive to him, let him see her distressed. Let the damage he sees suggest the damage he could do. When the fox hears a rabbit scream, he comes running ... but not to help.
although the version of hannibal i write differentiates greatly from the movie and book version i think this quote is very important to understand dr. lecter’s modus operandi when it comes to his patients . he does work like any other psychiatrist and he has had several patients he has helped , sometimes through less common means , but without infringing any laws or stepping over boundaries . but if there is any evidence of great chaotic potential within a person , you can bet hannibal will do his best to wind his patient up just so he can watch them go . the worst crime anyone can commit according to dr . lecter is to be boring . but being entertaining doesn’t really mean you’ll be spared . if anything you’ll be treated like a toy . ━━━━ all of this is to let you know that if you happen to ever seek the good doctor’s professional aid , expect some manipulative tendencies and a lot of unethical encouragement . BEHAVIOR INDUCED BY DISTRESS AND MISERY IS PROFOUNDLY MORE ENTERTAINING to hannibal than that which is influenced by more positive emotions . if you come to him exhibiting these emotions , his guidance will most likely try to make you pass this misery onto others .
@fleckeds from here
[ RIDI , PAGLIACCIO & OGNUN APPLAUDIRÀ ! ] ; the man looked frail . beneath the bright colors of his outfit hid a creature made of little more than skin and bone . the type of figure one would expect to find locked up and forgotten in an institution , sitting alone while gazing out a window . nurses would whisper that he was more of a threat to himself than anyone around him while his thin lips quivered with words left unsaid ... or a laugh unheard . but above all , ARTHUR FLECK LOOKED TIRED . like if he were put under any further pressure he’d SNAP . steam rose and brushed over lecter’s cheekbones . the content in his thermos was still warm . water with a deep shade of dark red filled the air with a scent similar to cocoa and oak mixed with SOMETHING STRANGER . ❝ for centuries tea was used purely for medicinal purposes . different harvests would prevent a vast variety of illnesses . sometimes even influence the emotional state of those who drank it . only through western society did this ritual become recreational . ❞ hannibal offered the now full cup to his patient . he seemed to be smiling down at arthur . but the corners of his lips never curled .
❝ bai lin gong fu . one of the first black teas to ever be produced in china . high in caffeine and ideal to ease physical pain . ❞ hannibal mentioned softly . little more than skin and bone , he thought , but the eyes hid something far stronger than the tea in his cup . an urgency one often found in men who knew to be right . ━━━━ MEN WITH AGENCY . lecter turned his back to return to the seat opposite to arthur fleck . there , where it couldn’t be seen , his smile did widen . ❝ are you hurting , arthur ? ❞
