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it was not that things decay, that the works of men are ephemeral. he believed he saw deeper than that. the things themselves were decay, the works themselves were corruption, the monuments were made of worms.

#𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 : special agent. professor. criminal profiler. murderer. a private, low activity, highly selective & headcanon based 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖 of nbc’s hannibal. psychoanalyzed by syl.

carrd tba. heavily affiliated with @goremade.

#pinned.#updated may 30th.

starter for @ovcrzealot

❝ i think that’s enough, ❞ will watches a camera click, the decomposed body flashing with a bright light, hues of yellow, of purple & blue bleeding into white until he’s lost count. the child was only one of many they’d found in similar areas for the past few years, though none of the evidence points to the copycat they’ve been searching for. he didn’t target children like this.this meaning - imprints on the neck, skeleton dangling from a tree with rope so intricate even will, with all his years of fishing & hunting, is uncomfortably impressed. ❝ if he had intention to hang her, why strangle her first? ❞

#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER??#im so slow #anyways hi <3 #ovcrzealot

leneemusing

SENSUAL BITING & LICKING PROMPTS as always, feel free to switch around sender and receiver as needed.

1) for sender to lick receiver’s lips before kissing them.

2) for sender to bite receiver’s lip before kissing them.

3) for sender to lick receiver’s throat.

4) for sender to bite receiver’s throat.

5) for sender to lick up from receiver’s throat to their chin and then their lips.

6) for sender to lick right where receiver’s earlobe meets their jaw.

7) for sender to bite receiver’s earlobe.

8) for sender to put receiver’s fingers in their mouth, licking and sucking suggestively.

9) for sender to bite receiver’s inner wrist.

10) for sender to bite the side of receiver’s neck then lick the mark left behind.

11) for sender to bite the inside of receiver’s thigh and then lick the mark left behind.

12) for sender to lick the inside of receiver’s thigh to tease them.

13) for sender to bite and lick at receiver’s jaw.

14) for sender to teasingly lick receiver’s cheek.

15) for sender to lick receiver’s cheek in a possessive and lustful way.

16) for sender to lick and suck receiver’s nipples.

17) for sender to bite receiver’s nipple.

18) for sender to bite and then lick receiver’s nipples.

19) for sender to bite receiver’s chest/breasts and then lick the marks left behind.

20) for sender to bite receiver’s stomach and then lick the mark left behind.

21) for sender to leave several bite marks on receiver’s belly.

22) for sender to lick at receiver’s navel.

23) for sender to bite at receiver’s navel and then lick it.

24) for sender to bite along receiver’s hips.

25) for sender to lick from receiver’s hip to their navel.

26) for sender to lick between receiver’s breasts/pecs.

27) for sender to lick along one of receiver’s collarbones.

28) for sender to bite and lick at the edge of receiver’s ear.

29) for sender to bite at receiver’s ass and then lick the marks left behind.

30) for sender to lick along receiver’s spine.

#→ let me be slain / reduced to nothing; let my bones be split apart. / ask memes.

sesiondemadrugada

Sommaren med Monika (Ingmar Bergman, 1953).

#→ people like to eat other people. i spent so many years forgetting i had teeth too. / visuals.

therewasaholehereitsgonenow

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Nirvana ~ Breed

#→ fishing radio. / playlist.

goremade > hannibal

in his life before this one, before maryland and before will, hannibal had been many different people. his person suit amalgamated through circumstance and the dutiful trudge through hell, death at his ankles like a glowing exit sign, flickering, willing to be seen, collecting souls as they were discarded.

once, he had been a husband. hannibal had worn through many lives, yet the one he shared with will was one that he clung to obsessively. he held tight to the tattered ends, fraying and unravelling as his grip grew. prison had lessened his hold significantly, yet as much of a penance as it was, it was a balm, too; hannibal relearned the value of healing as he waited for will to return. the purest expression of his faith was found in his patience and it was there that he waited. three years was little in comparison to the 120 year sentencing that he was preparing to face.

❝ i didn’t think so at first, ❞ something of a sigh leaves his upturned mouth, tilting his head back, welcoming will’s mouth. what a strange sensation it is, to be touched so delicately with the hands that had beaten lesser men to death. hannibal shudders at the very thought, taking will’s hand so that he can move it to his ribs, where the heat and pressure is building.

❝ you unbuilt my life, will. you came to me in disguise of a man, but a god lay behind your eyes and i took no notice until the foundation i built began to rot from underneath me. ❞

their hands braid together, palm to palm. it takes a moment for hannibal to follow, but he does so silently, watching will speak with a hungry devotion. facing the moon now, he abandons his hold and instead wraps his arms around will from behind. their bodies fit together, effortless. hannibal’s arms over take his, fitting him in close, gradually nestling his hardening cock up between the flesh of his ass cheeks. hips undulate and he pulls will back simultaneously, practically purring into his neck.

❝ i’m afraid the letters of which you speak of were thoroughly vetted by our darling doctor bloom - only the tamest of material was entertained. ❞ a bit of a chuckle passes through him, shoulders jumping.

❝ i must have written a hundred of letters to you. ❞

the hold he has on will is a firm one, both forearms tightly pressed along the cage of his ribs, almost tempted to lift him; gradually his left arm loosens to explore his abdomen, running the pads of his fingers along his navel, to the scar across his belly. his right hand gathers there, too, except it doesn’t stay long; it continues down will’s navel in search of his cock. a warm palm flattens on his stomach, taking his prick in hand and squeezing him, firmly, at the base. hannibal feels it twitch. it shouldn't get him as hard as it does, but his own jumps in response. ❝ yes. ❞ breathy, a whispered retort, barely there at all.

❝ i want to build a life with you, will. ❞

𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. will sucks his bottom brim between his teeth, incisors sharp against the supple but chapped flesh. too many nights he’s laid next to molly and thought of a different voice whispering similar words - though each morning he would wake to find his hands occupied by a letter beneath his pillow. the neatly folded paper had crumpled from his fingers smoothing & clutching over the pages, tracing the words until they unwound & lost their meaning. there was a responsibility expected of him ; a responsibility that required him to burn the handwritten paper to ash & learn to forget. but he never could ( nor did he ) & it’s now, bathed by moonlight, that he recalls the ache he felt then. how it swelled in his chest. . . a life of its own. a life that felt complete, now, as their fingers slot together. bound by blood & the hearts they’ve ripped from one another’s chest. organs molded like ground meat into one beating & ugly thing. something only the two of them can appreciate. he’s used to seeing beauty in terror.

he doesn’t want it any other way. ❝ i bet your letters were alana’s morning paper. they were quite the read actually, ❞ he chuckles, imagining her leafing through the pages with a microscopic lens. ❝ a hundred? and i only received a quarter of them. i kept most of them. hid them in the shed and read them. over and over. ❞ as hannibal molds into his body, arms tight & back rigid behind him, will allows his weight to settle. this way, he can feel the pulse of hannibal’s length as he adjusts, as their heat coils into one another & leaves him blazing. the finality in hannibal’s promise doesn't help as he inhales, shaken.

what would their life look like?

would their shared lense be tainted with red? the same shade, surely.

will’s palm slides over the one currently resting against his stomach, the scar there sensitive to touch. tentatively, he guides hannibal’s fingers across it - back & forth, back & forth. the sting-memory of a blade still kisses the skin, forcing a twitch in the palm of hannibal’s hand. the initial plunge of his weapon occupied his thoughts & dreams for the months that followed, scar ugly because he refused to smear it with the proper healing creams. will wants it just as it was when hannibal first dug into him, carving a spot inside him. stitches might have closed the wound, but a part of hannibal will always remain inside. ❝ yes, ❞ he whispers, because he can’t imagine anything else now. not now. not when he’s lost so much to gain this. will cranes his head & finds hannibal’s jaw, lets his lips slide across the skin until his tongue peeks to taste. it only fuels the need just under his flesh, something hungry & starved. when’s the last time he’s been touched with purpose? with this level of. . . possession? his hips jerk into hannibal’s palm as he sighs, brows pinched. ❝ though - i prefer the countryside. with a river to fish in. and dogs. ❞

#foaming at the fucking mouth rn #will abt to fall apart BARKBARKBARK #will: beyond losing his mind #also will dick in hannibal's hand: i miss my dogs also #i hate him #goremade #// nsfw

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#aesthetic tag tba.

possibly my only starter call for a very long time. take advantage!

#starter call.

continued from @goremade / never let me go verse.

❝ 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 i might consider that. . . alarming, ❞ he says it while twirling his fork in his hand, tilting his head to gawk at his host. it was odd that a man like hannibal lecter might cook for a guest and only a guest, but hearing the remainder of his words causes his hand to pause where it cuts into another bite. detachment - as if they were not considering human beings and their livelihood. as if their jobs were remotely similar in any comparable fashion. of course he understands what hannibal means, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. and unfortunately, will cannot help himself, he really couldn’t even if he tried, though his words fall almost houmously. ❝ ah yes, detachment. i must learn not to care about the lives you take. and you pretend our kind aren’t praying for your downfall. thankfully, i have nearly mastered it. have you? ❞

he bites his lip, then. there is no telling just how much hannibal knows of the original will graham’s involvement with clones despite their relationship, or where he truly stands. a man of his wealth and reputation benefits from will’s kind being utterly submissive. originals on this level of the social pyramid would rather turn his kind in for a whisper of dissent. or so he assumes, though it doesn’t seem quite right. there is an underlying sense of something he is missing. surely will graham, the very human he is modeled after to utter perfection, would not keep an original with opposing beliefs so close. not when he was so involved in their clone organizations–will wonders, briefly, if hannibal lecter knows more than he shows. does he suspect his involvement?

❝ we aren’t meant to keep up with our originals. it’s forbidden, ❞ will says carefully, this time meeting hannibal’s eyes. eye contact. . . is not something he enjoys. too large of a window for souls that are not worth looking into. hannibal lecter’s window is shut tight and so he keeps looking, and looking. ❝ even more taboo is your situation. you must think him dead if you’re looking for me, dr. lecter. ❞

will hates himself for it, but he squirms in his seat. at the prospect of will graham dying, but also–that hannibal lecter brought him here because he resembled his missing lover. what does he see? a tired man, torn with a grief too heavy for his shoulders? would he recognize the scars on his body from his former donations? does he see hope. . . another opportunity to lose will graham? or does he see another experiment, ripe to slice into?

❝ do we really resemble one another? ❞

#this turned into a novel act surprised!!#goremade #never let me go verse tag #me: why does he sound FLIRTY?

@goremade said: ❝ you’ve stolen my heart, the very least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it. ❞

𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚢, the thrum loud, deep & reverberating through his flesh. with his eyes closed, he allows a guiding touch to take him skittering further down the instrument, a tune playing slowly, key by key. hannibal’s broad shoulders press against his own, swaying softly with will.

between their shared song, of which will is not familiar, hannibal’s words are accompanying lyrics. gruff & quiet, accent thick with sleep & their dinner wine. he is still not used to words wrapped with affection rather than a figurative body bag. will was never delicate–an empath, sure. but he exists almost detached from it all now ; suspended like a walking dream. but hannibal’s existence snaps him back into his body, seen for who he is, who he could be. there is no detachment from him, there never could be, really. not when he looked at him and saw his true form, shrouded in a darkness that will yearns to reach for & knit himself into.

❝ i seem to remember one of your recipes. i admit after your arrest i took a look myself. how could i not? ❞ will recalls his fingers sliding over the perfectly organized books in his office, how his book was the only one with a red dot compared to the greens & yellows. will never understood the code, but he leafed through hannibal’s notes hungry for his thoughts. hungry for his kitchen, too, when he sifted through the growing recipes & well-guarded rolodex. if he slipped a few cards into his pockets to keep, no one ever noticed. ❝ stuffed heart, deviled kidneys and garlic liver pâté. ❞

#isn't he romantic <3 #goremade #tag later.

leneemusing

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING

❝ you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need. ❞

❝ look, i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here. ❞

❝ i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there. ❞

❝ you asked me once, if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed. but. ask me again? sometime— doesn’t have to be today. maybe tomorrow just. ask me again. ❞

❝ i know i can’t protect you from everything, but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control. ❞

❝ i used to have so much faith. maybe not in deities or something but, in the world. the universe. i believed their was a purpose to it all. i’m not sure when i lost that. ❞

❝ have you ever had something…missing? like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is. ❞

❝ sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes. ❞

❝ i was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? ❞

❝ people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it. i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen. ❞

❝ sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be. ❞

❝ you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me. do you know how that feels? just see me. please. ❞

❝ i want to deserve you. i’m trying to deserve you. ❞

❝ i know i fucked up. i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore. let me in. please let in. ❞

❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞

❝ i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me, somewhere. just some place where i actually feel like i belong. ❞

❝ the world is so big. why do i never feel like i fit into it? ❞

❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about who i am when i’m with you. ❞

❝ do you like me? i know you love me. i know you care about me but. do you like who i am? ❞

❝ i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection. ❞

❝ just take my hand and close your eyes. pretend we’re anywhere else but here. ❞

❝ so, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like? ❞

❝ do you even know what it does to me? every time i see you cry, any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart? ❞

❝ i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore. i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that. you’re part of who i am now. the most important piece of me. ❞

❝ every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you. ❞

❝ i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together. the rest is just existing until you look at me again. ❞

❝ it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you. everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind, pulling me towards you. ❞

❝ you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all. ❞

❝ i no longer know where i end and you begin. you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly, you’re all i feel anymore. ❞

❝ you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it. ❞

❝ i don’t have perfect words. i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit. so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you. i don’t know if you want me. but i’m yours. and at this point however it is you need me, i’m here. ❞

❝ you’re the only thing that matters anymore. i can’t eat, i can’t sleep— all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song. you’re all i think about. i’m useless except when i’m yours. ❞

❝ i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh. i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again. ❞

❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞

❝ just let me look at you for a little bit. ❞

❝ i would do anything for you. all my lines and rules. they mean nothing when it comes to you. it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy. ❞

#tag later.#memes.