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you bond with your captor, you survive. you don’t, you’re breakfast.

a highly selective and private blog for nbc hannibal’s will graham: the empathetic profiler, the one who’s not official fbi, the guy who didn’t kill all those people. mostly show based with some inspiration taken from the novels as well as a lot of personal headcanons. loved dearly by amalthea.

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annual hello everybody post

#gone fishin' . ( out of character . )#i miss the aesthetic of tumblr rp #but I do not miss the hassle #i wish this verse wasn't so dead

wouldn’t it be funny if I were actually active here

#haha sooo funny #silly even

hcnnibal

#you bond with your captor you survive . ( hannigram . )#i laugh every time i look at this #the way he’s going for the KILL

thoughtkick

“Sometimes I just go to a dark place. It happens. And I really love how you don’t try and change me. You just sit down next to me and hold my hand, quietly, in the dark.”

— Jm Storm

#he won't know he's dying . ( musings . )

skinnd:

@potentempath sent , you don’t trust me ?

’ you shot me, graham. so no, i don’t quite trust you yet. ’ sarcasm and distrust mix in his words, glare firm on will’s eyes. a bandage wraps around his torso, tints of red and pink splotted about. his arm, ever since arriving at the strange man’s house, has defensively covered his abdomen.

see? s e e ? ….

garret sighs and stands up, a muffled grunt escaping when pain surges through his body. ’ but i reckon it says somethin’ that you brought me to yer house. ’ his eyes almost darken. ’ do you trust me?’

“you had a knife to your daughter’s throat,” is the easy, uncaring reply as will graham watches his guest with equal suspicion. what had possessed will to bring garret jacob hobbs here? truthfully, it was something spur of the moment; he had hardly thought about it. he had simply done it.

months of putting himself in this man’s head until it had felt like they were not two separate people, but the same person in separated forms.

“no, I don’t,” he replies. honest, always.

#eyes are distracting . ( verse i )#skinnd #hello my love (:

@shrikehunt asked: rests his head on wills shoulder. ' boo. '

warmth of a head on his shoulder brings him to the present. he blinks: once, twice, thrice, in slow fashion. then he turns his gaze to study the man who has brought him out of his thoughts. his head slowly comes down and lays on top of garret’s.

“afternoon.”

#eyes are distracting . ( verse i )#shrikehunt #simba my beloved

uh oh.

#gone fishin' . ( out of character . )#it's me

rocktheholygrail

3x02 || 3x03

#the image is cracked and blurred . ( visage . )#he won't know he's dying . ( musings . )#gay ass <3

shrikehunt

in my corner, with my MONSTEROUS needs ― highly selective GJH of hannibal / written by simba.

#they do the same thing i do . ( promotion . )#you’re making it hard to provide an education . ( queue . )

potentempath

open starter!

“the line is there to keep visitors at a respectful distance,” will says, sounding less than interested with said visitor. he chooses not to look towards the person, and instead gazes down at the line on the floor made with yellow tape. “patients were apparently pissing on people. you can get a chair, if you want. there’s a few foldable ones there against the wall.”

graham sinks back against the wall with a soft exhale. he finally takes the chance to look at his visitor and hums. “or just … STAND THERE menacingly, I suppose.”

#open starter #the light of friendship won't reach us . ( verse ii )

rippcr:

potentempath — & Will

“Then take solace in the knowledge that you won’t be the last either,” Hannibal responded lightly in jest before taking a whiff of his own glass. It was potent and enticed the tastebuds. He took a sip. After a pause of silence, Hannibal gave a short sigh and leaned down a bit to put his hand on Will’s shoulder.

“In youth we are discouraged from showing our tears. A man’s sensitivity or pain are considered weaknesses. We are taught to grin and bear it. We suppress those core aspects of being human as if it proves our capability over others. And this is what becomes of us when we let it fester for too long. It decays us from the inside.” He dropped down on one knee before Will’s chair and his head tilted as he tried to look him in the eye; even if the other was not keen on eye contact at the moment. “Don’t be ashamed to cry, Will. It means you are human. A man who doesn’t show his pain is far more monstrous than you could ever be. I’m happy that you find some modicum of safety in my presence that allows you to be human.”

hannibal knows right away where the root of the problem takes place, and will debates whether this is good psychiatry or a reasonable guess. he smiles, bitter expression as he stubbornly looks in front of him, never looking at his doctor in spite of hannibal’s attempts to meet his gaze. he exhales a shaky breath.

“don’t let ‘em see you cry,” he retorts, voice low. he thinks of his father, roughened by heartbreak and addiction and an overall disappointing life. he thinks of the old, gruff men he was raised around. they were not a loving bunch, but they helped raise him, too. not many gentler touches in his life. he could count them on his hands.

“I would expect you to get sick of listening to your patients cry in your office,” he says finally, managing to clear his throat. he is, of course, dancing around the root of the problem: the cause of these tears. and would continue to do so as long as hannibal would allow.

#eyes are distracting . ( verse i )#rippcr