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mainly NBC show based with film & book influences ( does not adhere to the events portrayed in hannibal rising ) . this blog might contain NSFW & TRIGGERING content ; please read the rules and info provided before following . will not interact with minors . written by coffee , 25+ , she/her , GMT+1 .
𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 / 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 / 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃
i revived the multimuse friends
s1 hannibal causing problems on purpose and generally being a nuisance is something that can actually be so personal
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hello friends , i still have a couple of things to reply to in my inbox but , in the meantime , this is a reverse meme call . give this a like and i'll send you a meme or two to your inbox !
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
america was such a strange land ; ancient yet new , wild but puritan , democratic and lawless , a symphony of contradictions . there were so many gods which had been brought there from the old country , hannibal lecter could not help but be fascinated by the abundance of miracles which plagued every inch of that country . he had hunted through the snow valleys up north , walked through the corn fields of illinois and , now , he had reached the southㅤ --- ㅤmiracles and misery walked hand in hand there . he could smell it in the air ; sugar and sweat and dusty still waters tightly intertwined like a snake nest into one sickening perfume .
all of those aromas had led the good doctor to a small casino . there he found dozens of men , red cheeked and chain smoking their way through a game of blackjack . hannibal had been perfectly content watching the game from a safe distance ㅤ--- ㅤ𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝙲𝚄𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 . instead they travelled along the curves of the men's exposed jugulars . some had veins as thick as tree roots travelling from the back of their hands and up their arms ... most were not young but life tasted better when it was well-lived .
suddenly , someone amidst the group noticed him . a handsome man with the most unusual pale blue eyes , gestured with his hand towards the empty chair beside him ( hannibal had sworn a large pink man had sat there just a second ago ) . he gladly accepted the invitation . " blackjack's first known written reference is by miguel de cervantes . the very same author who would write about don quixote's misadventures fighting windmills was a voracious gambler . " the good doctor explained as he was dealt a hand .
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ" a man who believes in luck's charms should never set foot within a casino , lest his faith be destroyed . the house never loses . " dark eyes finally locked with the stranger's . " does it ? "
* I can feel it gettin' near , like flashlights comin' down the way [ . . . ] I'LL MEET JUDGEMENT BY THE HOUNDS .
Hannibal 2.10 Naka-Choko
❝ It’s so rare to capture one alive. ❞
to let go of dignity was so difficult for the likes of hannibal lecter . there he stood , back pressed against the stone wall of the merciless pit where he had been thrown into , watching the sunlight slowly conquer more and more space . the doctor took notice of the large piles of dust scattered across his enclosureㅤ ( he smells a bonfire of flesh , smells smoke and dry marrow ; that was not dust he stood on ) ㅤand , therefore , had refused to sit or rest : 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 .
armand's voice , as soft as it was , easily managed to reach lecter's ears . and , as he tilted his head to face the vampire looming somewhere above him , hannibal could not help but offer a small polite smile . " extraordinary events which cannot be explicable through natural or scientific law are often thought to be the result of divine will . " the good doctor explained , keeping his arms hidden beneath his cloak lest a rogue ray of sun decide and touch him .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" however , in order for miracles to materialise , they must be welcomed . " there was a hint of humour to lecter's voice ㅤ--- ㅤeven when faced with a long painful death , hannibal always aimed to entertain those around him . perhaps by doing so he'd encourage the vampire armand to play the role of a good host rather than that of a sadistic capturer .
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) - Oboe Sonata in g-minor, BWV 1030b, III. Presto. Performed by Michel Piguet/Colin Tilney on period instruments.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . / clarice, let her cook for you. it wont be super fancy, but who doesn't like home southern cooking (a recepie her mother did, to be sure)
he had been invited inside clarice starling's home . this was a ritual she needn't to perform : work colleagues so often were kept in the limbo between family and business ㅤ( doctor lecter had been more than happy to play within the limits that his role dictated )ㅤ that having agent starling insist hannibal let her cook him dinner felt extremely personalㅤ ---ㅤ they were friendly before but to share a meal together bound them in ways that clarice would not understand until it was far too late .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhannibal sat at the table , waiting for his host to join him , and took in agent starling's home . dark eyes analysed every picture , every book , the forgotten clutters of chaos ㅤ( bic pens, bobby pins, a business card with someone's number written down ) ㅤand lecter could not help but feel content there . he smelled evian skin cream in the air , l'air du temps perfume and dark mud . had clarice been exploring ? had she been following his scent through the wilderness of wolftrap just like hannibal had been following hers ?
his eyes fell upon the cutlery ㅤ---ㅤ cheap ; swedish stainless steel . his index finger tested the sharpness of the knife and fantasised about what agent starling would do if she found out about the MAN BENEATH THE VEIL . would she weep ? would she curse him ? would she be vengeful and terrible like he had been ? the corners of his lips curled at the thought . for a brief moment he yearned for a future in which their friendship would be violently ruptured by the truth . hannibal wished clarice could see him for what he really was .
suddenly she emerged from the kitchen , carrying a large tray fresh out of the oven . hannibal smiled warmly at his host . " eating is a necessity while sharing is an art . " the good doctor tilted his head as he gazed up at his friend earnestly . " thank you for having me . "
“When reason fails, the devil helps!”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via notesfromtheundergroundman)
CONT. FROM HERE / @dispatched
the seeds of intrigue had been planted the moment his newest patient walked into dr. lecter's office ; all of the predictable smells of a man lost ㅤ( to himself and to others )ㅤ plagued every fibre of frank castle's being . hannibal had smelt soap trapped in plastic , the infamous aftershave with a ship on the bottle , leftovers of tobacco infused with compound menthol and , oddly enough , a distant scent of kielbasa ㅤ---ㅤ all of these painted a rather unfortunate picture of who the man sitting before him was .
but as hannibal had courteously held the door open for his patient and allowed him passage , another deeper , drier , darker perfume brushed passed the doctor . 𝙶𝚄𝙽𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙳𝙴𝚁 ; a scent that was always welcome within lecter's office . perhaps frank worked as law enforcement . perhaps he was a citizen who took protection seriously . perhaps he had shot someone already ... perhaps more than onceㅤ --- ㅤ 𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚈 , 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚂 .
the readiness with which mr. castle agreed caused lecter to tilt his head ever so slightly , a gesture which was mirrored by the man sitting before him . hannibal thought he might have caught a glimpse of something familiar there but was quickly distracted by the state and quality of his patient's footwear . dark eyes rose to meet frank's once more . he had only his own reflection to advise him on how to present himself to the world ; no spouse . divorced most likely . in the dark depths of his heart , dr. lecter secretly ached for something far more melancholic .
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the swearing , however , was uncalled for . hannibal did not voice his displeasure ; this rudeness was not aimed at him but instead imbued into frank's being ㅤ ( just like all of those unfortunate aromas ) . ㅤ those transgressions could be dealt with in the near future . ㅤ " though the act will drown them both , the scorpion will always sting the frog's back . " ㅤ hannibal's lips did not twitch but there seemed to be a smile hidden in the corners of lecter's eyes .
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ " what can you not repress , frank ? "
“ - ngh. ” the psychiatrist temporarily steps away and harvey rolls his shoulder, groaning quietly at the, somehow, painful relief. & maybe he should take a second glance over his vehicle. surely there had to be some damage - the buck was medium-sized, perhaps just of age for an impatient hunter’s scope. all of this he thinks in rampant thoughts as if to provide more detail to the lie. let he be thorough, lest found out and called what he is. a liar, but one not to sew discord, but a keeper of his own twisted version of self-flagellating guilt.
he is unnerved and yet not repulsed. had he not met many a doctor already with curious tendencies? some had thought touch would reach him, while others attempted words of affirmation, reminding him of the good man he once had been. others had been wronged by him either as harvey or as two-face, & took the opportunity to relish in his grief and sickness. he had called it deserved when he was of sound mind. he had called it a reason for future revenge when he was not.
back hunched, elbows resting on his upper thighs, hands clenched tightly and tucked between his knees. he recognizes dante. ‘who is a greater reprobate than he who feels compassion at the divine justice?’ does this doctor offer compassion or do his good deeds cover for sinister thoughts? harvey does not think of this. instead, he calls his injury earned and lets the other touch his face, invade his space. and the lie continues. " nothing. it — ran off, i think. " the seeing eye wanders down, accompanying the frown. " — must not have hit it as hard as i thought. just the embankment. " smooth features are still tinged pink from exhaustion. head tries to move away from the prying fingers. leave ghosts were they stand, on cracked & painted asphalt.
hannibal's smile reached his eyes when he heard his patient recite dante back to him . for only a moment , the doctor stopped examining his patient to gaze into dent's one good eye . behind his dark stare there was a glint of pride ; he had been pleasantly surprised .
while feeling for the man's lymph nodes , the good doctor noticed dent's heartbeat drumming against the palm of his hand . how strange to find such 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙷𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙼 hidden beneath such a 𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙽 . judging by the man's pulse , dr. lecter could only conclude that harvey did not appear to have made peace with physical touch nor with the truth . and , since the good doctor did not find any further injuries on his patient , he allowed harvey to escape his grip . no need for unnecessary suffering ㅤ--- ㅤat least not yet .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhannibal then rose to his feet and carefully listened to the man's tale of embankments and miraculous animal escapes ; it was hard for his patient to be vulnerable with others ㅤ( it was not only part of his face that which he hid under a mask ) .ㅤ he kept his wounds tightly bound ; if there was any progress to be made , hannibal would have to rip them back open . ㅤ" in the divine comedy , virgil often has to remind dante that all punishment is righteous because god willed it so . but when faced with the suffering of the lost souls , dante struggles to find fairness in any of hell's circles . " ㅤhannibal undid the button of his jacket , sat on the chair opposite to harvey's and folded one leg over the other . the casualness of the next question made it seem more brusque than it ought to be .ㅤ " did your crash feel fair , harvey ? "
what chess piece represents you?
you are a white knight, the ideal hero, the man of the people. as the only type of piece that can jump over others, you can easily get yourself in or out of a situation - always catching people off guard. being a knight doesn't mean you have to be sworn to the crown, your first love is for the people around you, or maybe it's for yourself. knights are known to be eccentric and known to bend the rules in their favor. just be careful, for all your charisma, there is a limit to how far the truth will get you. will you bend your morals just like the truth? or will you stay your course, upon your trusty steed?
tagged by: @dispatched :) tagging: @absensia , @arcticrime , @scarworn , @mortange , @cursedher , @cultfic , @bielun , literally you who's reading this .
this scene playing in my head 24/7
