Please, come in.

My name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, please come in. Tracking: drlecterstherapyroom //Independant RP Blog for NBC's Hannibal. 03/08/2013

[existingcharactersdiehorribly]

Tell me, why are you so angry?

Œuf (S1E04)

By request of the-winnowing-wind

[slowmotion-s]

Hannibal Season 3 Finale…

Maybe that’s just fine.

[mendelsohnben]

random Mads Mikkelsen tidbits

[a-knack-for-monsters]

|| Went urban exploring with my bestfriend in a big abandoned property near his village. Found lots and lots of bones, and a couple of skulls. There’s a bullet hole on the one on the left.

[loptrofasgard]

Hannibal is actually a really good reminder to be kind to everyone you meet. You never know when you’ll meet a cannibalistic psychopath who holds a grudge against you because you were rude. 

[yourlovingkingofhell-archive-de]

Hannibal is not a psychopath, he is a high-functioning sociopath, do your research.

[podcastenthusiast]

[rootingformephistopheles]

#I’m in the fandom of watching the Hannibal fandom aggressively avoid the superwholock fandom

[almostperfectalibi]

Will: “Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!”

why did i do this. why

[ewchilton-blog]

You no longer have ethical concerns, Hannibal. You have aesthetical ones; Ethics become aesthetics.

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

dr-lecters-therapy-room:

【 THINGS I’M CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH 】  

I was tagged by: lilylacey​


one song: What Do You Mean - Justin Bieber two movies: Labyrinth (1986) - Lolita (1997) 
three shows: Hannibal; The Great British Bake Off; Doctor Foster four people: Tom Hiddleston; James Deen; Mary Berry; Dan Howell five foods: Iced Finger Buns, Cinnamon Cereal, Gypsy Tarts, Chocolate Croissants and fresh pasta.

six people to tag: bluedreamswhitepearls​; violeteyedkiller; cannibalspet; thenamesallison; stilltheyscream; lxvingdeadgxrl

[mrwilliamgraham]

Solution | Will

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

mrwilliamgraham:

Will grinned maniacally, twirling the bloody scalpel in his hand. “There’s only so long I can pretend, especially when this guy here decides to be the rudest sales person to ever knock on my door.” Will rolled his eyes, cringing at the thought of how pushy and obnoxious the man had been. God he had been just begging to be killed, honestly! 

Hannibal nodded sympathetically, Will had a point, rudeness had to be dealt with somehow. However Hannibal recognised the signs of insanity. Will was losing it a little, he was unhinged, volatile. He stepped forward slowly and held out his hand, asking silently; 

“I understand your frustration Will, would you like me help you move the body?” From looking at the corpse, Hannibal knew he would make good food, but this was Will’s prey, that would be his choice. 

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

Where are we?

Interview with the Vampire Starters

“687 Bayshore Avenue, Baltimore. That is where we are. Do you not remember?” Hannibal studied the stranger with interest, curious as to how she’d arrived on his doorstep.

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

thenamesallison:

“Doctor? What kind of doctor are you?” She walked toward the phone once he moved, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as if she was trying to push the headache back. As she did so, she felt how sore her back was and she arched it, only to immediately relax again, the pain getting worse with the movement. Am I bruised?

She grabbed the phone, but before she could dial, his voice came over her shoulder and she turned around to face him. Her eyes glanced down to the floor as she thought, tried to remember. “There was fire around me…and pieces of cars were flying around…Next thing I knew I was waking up across the street from your doorstep.” She reached back, touched the back of her head. “I think I was fighting.” 

Hannibal answered the woman calmly; “I was a surgeon and trained physician, however as I have gotten older, my profession has moved towards psychiatry, and this is where you are standing; my office.” She was obviously in pain, and Hannibal disappeared for a moment, opening a drawer in his desk; 

“Please, let me have a look at you, and you say you were fighting? Do you remember who, or why?”

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

"I want some more." (stilltheyscream) <3

Interview with the Vampire Starters

The Doctor smiled at his dear Clarice, gently caressing her pale cheek. “The insatiable Miss Starling. Will you ever stop wanting?”

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

stilltheyscream:

The tips of her fingers traced the base of his throat and slid back to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. Her lashes fell partially over her bright blue eyes and she looked up through them to watch as he pressed his forehead to hers.  “I can be patient.” She replied with a slow nod, her expression playfully grave. The hand that had been against his neck trailed slowly down over his collar then followed the path of his shirt’s buttons to the top of his pants where it pulled away and came to hang by her side.

Hannibal chuckled, Clarice Starling had never been patient. She was fire and fury, energy and spark. Passionate, intuitive, clever, but never calm and quiet. Never patient, always pushing and striving. Her gentle touch made the man shiver, goosebumps dancing up his arms. 

There was an ache between them, words unsaid, kisses unshared, a constant thrum of emotion and feeling. His hand reached out and caught hers, lighting fast, folding her delicate fingers into his palm. 

“What do you want Clarice?”

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

Family | angelofvega

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

angelofvega:

Michael smiles and shakes his head. “You are the Son of Morning, you could never be truly dark. Perhaps angry, hurt, and betrayed, but you will always be my Morningstar.” 

Michael folds his hands in his lap, steel-colored eyes roaming over the form of his brother. “You would never allow anyone to save you unless you wanted to be saved. I simply came to see you. No one knows that I’m even here, least of all Father.”

“In that you are truthful, I have no wish to return to Hell, or achieve salvation, for now I am content.” Even if Lucifer would never admit it, seeing his Brother was nice, it lit a little spark of warmth in his dead heart, the hope that someone still cared. 

“You look well Michael, it is good to see that all these years have not changed you.” 

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life.

Interview with the Vampire Starters

“Only lingering?” Hannibal questioned the woman’s choice of words.

“Surely under your current circumstances death would be a more pleasing option. To care for your deranged and deformed brother, to live a life with no hope of an heir, to me it seems as your existence has come to a halt.” 

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

margotontheverge:

“Yes, my definition of respect for things generally includes not destroying them. Again, life in general. Not his in particular.”

Wait. That wasn’t totally true.

“I suppose I respect the lives of animals and yet everything I own came from their slaughter. You can love an animal quite well until it’s time for it to be a meal and then you just enjoy the meal.” She shrugged.

“No, I don’t get an heir. But I get to live quite well so long as he does. Well, that depends on how you look at it really. At any rate, I’m not starving in the streets and I imagine that would definitely be a step down.” 

Hannibal smirked to himself, oh how true she was. However, the animals he ate, he respected enough to murder them artistically, and he cooked them well. They gained more respect dead than they did alive. 

“You and I live lives of luxury, looking out at the outside world as it struggles to live day by day. Do you consider yourself above others? Or, as George Orwell said, are we the more equal pigs?”

[onesmolhurt]

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

purrlockholmes:

The first thing I thought when I saw his cell. XD

[beaufortplace]

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

beaufortplace:

Hannibal

2.12 “Tome-Wan”

3.13 “The wrath of the lamb”

Parallels

[ikol-of-asgard-deactivated20260]

The Devil’s in the Details

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

ikol-of-asgard:

The change didn’t phase the man. He had done that same trick before and chased off so many more therapists. Leaving the large fangs in his mouth he smirked. “Near- socicopathic? Now that is funny. Deranged and delusional. I’ve never heard so many things said about me except for on Asgard when I was Loki.”

Ikol liked the couch. He would have to buy one for his apartment. “So what do you think Doctor? Am i as psychotic as they say?” Ikol watched him careful. There was something different about him. He didn’t smell quite human. It was something odd… with a mix of blood. Now that he had let the wolf take over a bit…. the whole room stunk of blood. 

Hannibal let himself change. He stood, delicately and gracefully before warping before the young man’s eyes. His perfectly tailored suit melted away into nothing, his form growing and mutating. Lucifer became taller, darker. His skin shrunk, sticking to his bones and antlers ripping through his skull. I saw Ikol’s thoughts change, his senses heightened now. 

The smell of blood wasn’t obvious to everyone, but Lucifer found it comforting, a settling smell at the back of his nose; 

“I think you are truthful Ikol. You have removed your mask, and I have removed mine. Let us both be saintly. I am Lucifer, and you are Loki.”

[lilylacey]

"I own you."

The first person to send “I own you,” to my ask gets to own my muse as a sex slave for as long as their muse desires.

“No. No.” Yes. Lilé backed away, her cheeks flushing. “This isn’t - I’m pregnant, I’m not a sex slave. Not yours. Not anybody’s.” Her mind flashed back to her former lover, the head of her guard, and she bit her lip. She and Aidan had played at this, but for Hannibal to state it so seriously, and with so much intent? 

“You do not own me. In any way.” 

[dr-lecters-therapy-room]

lilylacey:

She paused and turned as she heard the bones cracking, saw the shadow out of the corner of her eyes. And there he was. Emaciated, looming, and altogether both terrifying and beautiful. Her gaze took him in, from the colour of his skin to the nails that she knew were sharper than daggers. And yet, she was awed rather than truly afraid. He was inhuman, bizarre, but nothing worse than anything she’d seen in the Dark Court. There were fey that were arguably more frightening to her veteran eyes - though she knew he would petrify humans. 

“No. No, you’re not,” she murmured, moving closer to him and placing a hand on his torso, feeling the ribs beneath her fingers. “You’re so, so much more.” She took his hand, letting the nails lightly, lightly run across her belly, all the while grateful she was more durable than a full human. 

“You should be in this form more often.”

Hannibal suddenly felt vulnerable and naked under her gaze. He felt uncertain, curious about why she was so…calm. He knew the vulgarities of the Dark Court, but he was also aware of how much she had seen. Her mind wasn’t difficult to read. 

Her fingers across his strange skin made Lucifer tremble, she was so delicate with him, like only Lilé could be. 

“I do not like how this feels…you are not afraid, simply curious…surely you should be screaming.” Lucifer’s black eyes reflected the woman’s reflection back at her, and his antlered head cocked to one side. 

“You think me beautiful…”