Please, Come In

Hello, I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I would absolutely love to have you for dinner... [M!A: None - Acceptingy] [Tracks tag: hlecterpsyd] [Face Claim: Mads Mikkelsen/Michelle Pfeiffer]

[hlecter-psyd]

//OOC

I was on a 4 year hiatus due to various things. I should have time to come back and will be cleaning out my follows for deactivated blogs. Anyone wanting to RP, please feel free to hit me up in chat or inbox! 

[mishacolins]

plot twist: humanity learns from its history

[hlecter-psyd]

Open RP//Return

The good doctor hummed a distracted couple of notes to the vague tune of a somewhat obscure baroque piece by Rebel called Les Elemens as he set his keys onto his kitchen counter and doubled back to put his coat at the door. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was being so absent minded today, though it likely had something to do with the incident he was, obviously, dwelling on from yesterday. Rather chaotic, it was... Perhaps he ought to visit again, simply to see if it would be a trend.

[hlecter-psyd]

Coffee and Comfort

Hannibal sighed and cursed his decision to get coffee at the place closest to the campus. Of course it was already filled to the brim, there was barely a seat left, though there were enough open for a choice or two, but none of them had an outlet left open, and if he were going to input grades and finish up critiquing some online assignments from his students then he’d need his computer charged, it was barely at 5% when he left his office..

[imreallyjustanactor]

Tea or coffee might help to cure the stress that made Rich feel tingly, nervous and justhorrible most of the days during the exams.

He was one of the first being in the coffee stores and was able to choose a nice spot, getting all his stuff out and beginning to learn a bit. So very soon most of the people came in here and ordered coffee sitting around and chattering but Rich didn’t mind. He at some point closed the books and looked around.

[hlecter-psyd]

Not even five feet from Richard was Professor Hannibal Lecter, frowning daintily. It looked that he was entirely out of luck. Until he scanned the room one last time. There was a free outlet... but not with a free table. However, it did happen that one of his students was there, and so it wouldn't be overly impolite or awkward to introduce himself for such an ulterior motive as procuring an electrical outlet.

He stepped over beside the young man's table, by the free chair, and coughed politely. "Good evening, Mr. Brooks. Would you mind terribly if I were to share your table? It seems I have made an unfortunate choice of coffee shop regarding table availability..." 

[sheploou-blog]

hannibal pls

[gvmed-deactivated20170805]

*nearby lesbian laughter*

[girlfriendforants-deactivated20]

*muffled asexual snickering*

[casey-jane-lewis]

*conflicted pansexual noises*

[ridiculousinpiccadilly]

*moderately panicked bisexual muttering*

[starkenstone]

HETEROSEXUAL SCREAMING IN ANGUISH

[nitwitsandthingamabobs-deactiva]

Laughter from anyone who realises condoms are not the only form of birth control.

[varterral]

Louder laughter from those that remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that happen whether one is on the pill or not.

[search-the-castle-blog]

Laughter stops as people remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that happen whether one is on the pill or not.

[particularscarf]

Literally everyone, regardless of orientation, mutters awkwardly and shuffles away as they remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that can happen to anyone who is sexually active, and not just heterosexual people.

[bratzr0ckangelz]

*asexual snort*

[comicsannibal]

Submitted by: H. Lecter ([email protected])

I made this for you, my favourite comicsannibals. ‘people actually’, a romantic comedy I’d watch.

OH MY GOD

[thegoodfilms]

[oswaldsandstarks-deactivated201]

[sungl0ry]

the opportunity for friendship

[hlecter-psyd]

Coffee and Comfort

imreallyjustanactor

Hannibal sighed and cursed his decision to get coffee at the place closest to the campus. Of course it was already filled to the brim, there was barely a seat left, though there were enough open for a choice or two, but none of them had an outlet left open, and if he were going to input grades and finish up critiquing some online assignments from his students then he'd need his computer charged, it was barely at 5% when he left his office..

[hlecter-psyd]

"Good evening, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter speaking." Hannibal greeted idly, brushing through a couple of the papers on his desk disinterestedly. Bored. Yes, that’s what it was, he was irreparably bored. Perhaps he should go out tonight? He didn’t have an inspiration for a feast, but then again, he was always of the mind a feast ought to present itself…

[heraclesstvalentine-deactivated]

He let out an audible breath of relief, but fear quickly tightened into a knot in his chest.

"D-Doctor?"

His mouth tasted coppery and his teeth felt too tight, like he’d bitten into something and large hunks had been pressed between his teeth.

"I-It’s Heracles… Heracles S-St. Valentine… I-is th-this a bad time?"

Pleasesayitisn’tpleasesayitisn’tpleasesayitisn’titreekslikedeathandiamaloneandscaredpleasehelpmepleasehelpme-

[hlecter-psyd]

"Mhm, Mr. St Valentine?" Hannibal repeated, drawling. "What is wrong? I will help in any way I can."

[heraclesstvalentine-deactivated]

Hannibal had been watching him for days now, stalking him, whenever she had time and sometimes even when she didn't. She was going to kill him, see if he was really what he professed, if not it would be extremely disappointing. She didn't /want/ him dead, he was much more fun alive... She was sure he'd be prettier alive too. Maybe she'd paint him with his blood after she stole his heart. And maybe he'd move her to draw him afterwards.

Heracles had actually had a very good, and very quiet day.

He’d swept out cube three, he’d dusted the shelves in record time, he’d skipped lunch but he wasn’t really hungry, and then he’d wrapped up his work early. So he went out. He walked into town, bought a cookie and a cup of tea at the cafe while scrolling through his kindle, reading. When the sun began to go down he walked absently, unseeing, across the street and to the beach.

He pulled off his socks and shoes, carrying them in one hand while he held his kindle in the other and read, making a slow pace down the sand.

A piece of broken glass bit into his foot, and he winces.

Don’t. He watched it bleed out into the sand, a minor little scrape along the skin that burned and irritated him. Don’t let it heal.

He hopped into the low and calm tide, cleaning out the sand and hissing as the salt water purified the wound… wouldn’t even need a band aid. Minor annoyance.

Heracles finally sat down on a rock that overlooked the bay,  away from the sound of cars on the street and the shop windows, and read as the water lapped at the shore.

[hlecter-psyd]

-

Hannibal laughed, a deep, dark, throaty laugh that was rather obviously genuine with the way it seemed to be surprised out of her. “You mean lack of control I think. For people like you, you are always in control, one way or another, until you are not. And that is when it becomes dangerous for you, when you no longer desire to control everything, when you convince yourself to let go, as you did under my guidance. It was perfectly brilliant of you.”

[heraclesstvalentine-deactivated]

"Ah, but for me it is control. I have to focus to not heal, I had to control when I would come back from it. I don’t think I’d honestly go past the veil but… I admit there was a strange kind of intimacy in what you did. I’ve been in wars and operations where I’ve been cut on, and it… it wasn’t the same. Maybe… maybe I never feel in control of myself, and my control was to let go and let you take control, if that makes any sense.”

[hlecter-psyd]

Hannibal chuckled, a soft low sound, and gently cradled his jaw with a hand, pursing her lips faintly to coo at him in a way that might almost be called loving if she were anyone else, "Of course it makes sense, darling, of course... It's because they were not doing such a thing selfishly, it was for your benefit. But this, what I have done, was for myself, it was you giving unto me and my taking of what I pleased. There is a certain intimacy in that, the give and take."

[agnatium-blog]

[hannisballs]

this gif of hugh dancy went from really cute to psychotic in about 3 seconds

[hlecter-psyd]

Sorry I've been gone so long, lovvies, but shoot me a quick ask for a starter!

[plotsforall]

Plot 89: Coffee and Comfort

[plotsforall]

Muse A is a college student, reeling from a bad breakup/stressing over midterms/(etc.). Drowning their sorrows/worries at the campus coffee shop one night, Muse A encounters their professor, Muse B. Muse B is looking for an outlet to plug in their laptop and Muse A offers the one beside their table. Muse B joins Muse A for a coffee and they exchange small talk as Muse B grades coursework. As the evening progresses, the conversation continues and by the time the cafe is ready for closing, the pair is left with a desire to keep the conversation going. Feeling it inappropriate to “hang out” together off-campus, Muse A and Muse B make unofficial plans to continue their chat at the cafe the following night. Muse A and Muse B have such deep/meaningful/enjoyable conversations that they resolve to start meeting each other to talk once a week.

Optional: Gradually, an attraction develops between the pair and they cautiously embark on a relationship. The pair must keep their affairs secret because of potential repercussions for them both.