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INDE. MULTI MUSE & MULTI FANDOM ! 

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BY liking this post you are GIVING me your enthusiastic consent to come for your heart to tag you in random starters ! 

   My muses very from anime; such as Fruits Basket, My Hero Academia, Diabolik Lovers, ect.  Horror movies, games, & series like NBC's Hannibal, Stranger Things & Wednesday----  & various other muses from the marvel & dc universe.  (  MUSE LIST ).  It will also give me permission that I could hop in your dms at any given time so we can plot !     I do HOPE that we can finally get something going & give me something to do when I am feeling INSPIRED.  

[suchkindwords]

BY liking this post you are GIVING me your enthusiastic consent to come for your heart to tag you in random starters ! 

   My muses very from anime; such as Fruits Basket, My Hero Academia, Diabolik Lovers, ect.  Horror movies, games, & series like NBC’s Hannibal, Stranger Things & Wednesday—-  & various other muses from the marvel & dc universe.  (  MUSE LIST ).  It will also give me permission that I could hop in your dms at any given time so we can plot !     I do HOPE that we can finally get something going & give me something to do when I am feeling INSPIRED.  

[epiclivwell]

Hannibal lecter + Clothes in season 1

[suchkindwords]

          THERE she was again, --- the caged bird that settled well within the life of Italy. It SUITED her as it did Hannibal, the two settled well into the comfort of the city & as did she --- there was NO use in denying the fact that she too followed the devil, the path was easily noticeable, as if he WANTED to be followed; as if there was no question about it.  The two were standing right outside the vila --- a home that was nestled within various other LUXERIOUS homes with private pools & Italian architecture.  

        ❝ It LOOKS as if the bird didn’t fly away too far from the nest.  ❞  Chiyoh announced, she was standing outside with a long coat hugged around her slim figure. Attempt to blend in WELL in with the city. Though over all demeanor seemed to make her an easy target for those to whisper under their breaths about her or toward her.   ❝ Are you ENJOYING yourself here ? It seems that he hasn’t pushed you too far over the edge, otherwise you wouldn’t still be living so close by. ( -- or WITH him for that matter. )  ❞ Remaining close made it better for her to protect HIM which was on of the promises that was said a long time ago. It was the least she could do after all these years.  / @drdumaurier​

[midnightpomegranates]

HANNIBAL - 3.03 - SECONDO

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   ❝ YOU heard me, you are always so tense & worked up. I HAVEN’T seen you take a break at all & I know for sure that you need a break more than any of us. ❞  ---  Well, they all NEEDED a break but Will Graham was different & that was okay to be different. One technically was INCAPABLE of being normal during the work that they constantly submerged themselves in daily. The only one that stood alone from the crowd, that LOOKED alone, was Will --- in a way, it was sad to know that no matter how hard she tried to really look out for everyone, she couldn’t. There was no way in HELPING him in the ways he really needed it. The therapy sessions with Dr. Lecter in which Crawford had recommended to special agent Graham seemed to have put him in a WORSE place --- ? The over all outcome of therapy thus far was questionable. 

               NOT wanting to ask, she kept that to herself, put both hands on either side of his shoulders after standing behind him for a moment or so. There was no way on TELLING rather or not Beverly liked Will in a way that her coworkers TEASED her about --- but so what if she did. The connection they had was important to her, as it also seemed important to him.    ❝ --- JUST relax, I am not going to hurt you or anything. If I remember correctly, your rotator cuff issue makes you a weaver while holding a gun. Ever think about getting a massage weekly to help with those muscles? I have STRONG hands.  ❞     That she did.  Giving a good shoulder rub is ALL about using the right technique to hit the right spots. curling her hands, she made sure they were properly draped over the other’s shoulders to then use SMALL motions of her arms to gently squeeze and lift up on the thick muscles.    ❝ You really are stiff, I can barely budge you. ❞    Hush, Bev --- there wasn’t any need to use context clues at a time like this, as after she opened her mouth to say such thing left he SOFTLY giggling.  / @potentempath​ ( x )

[suchkindwords]

. HANNIBAL

𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙰   𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴,   but   now   it   was   going   to   prove   itself   also   very   useful.   He   had   a   hellish   night,   but   measures   had   to  be   taken   to   make   sure   both   himself   and   Abigail   would   be   safe   from   the   DEPRIVATION   of   their   freedom.   Hannibal   made   his   way   to   the   kitchen,   the   most   reliable   room   in  the   house,   and   undid   the   bloodied   tie,   throwing   it   into   the   clean   sink,   quickly   followed   by   his   shirt.   A   few   bruises   and   wounds,   nothing   he   wouldn’t   survive   from.   For   a   moment   he   stared   at   her,   savoring   the   lack   of   judgement   towards   his   actions,   and   instead    focusing   on   the   worry   behind   her   words.  It   was   COMFORTING.   ❝   For   now   I   can   walk   home… And  don’t   worry,   I   won’t   make   a   habit   out   of   this.   It   was   for   survival.   We   have   around   30   minutes   to   pack,   that   is   if   you   want   to   come   with   me. ❞   

      WATCHING him like a hawk, though she did not mean to look for too long, eyes soon darted to the left toward no particular direction, wanting to OH so desperately tell him what it was that was on her mind --- however, such words could barely make way through lips as she kept them CLOSED so tightly. Instead, she appreciates the comfort of a warm home, seeing the CHOAS that is soon to form in front of very eyes.  UNWARE that they were planning on leaving this country, likely due to the accidents in which Hannibal partook in, the famous detectives & FBI agents were on the devil’s tail --- it was time to flee OR give up the freedom in which he was drawn too. It made sense that they were frantic, quickly walking to pack their bags & they were both packing light. ❝  I will go anywhere you go, I PROMISED to protect you a long time ago & I have yet to break such a promise.   ❞  There was NO judgement in her stare, only admiration. ONLY understanding & respect or such a person TRYING to live a life quietly, peacefully --- isn’t that what everyone wanted? 

[suchkindwords]

HUMMING thoughtfully, he remained sitting across from his rather disheveled patient. One look at Will & the doctor could SURMISE that the man hadn’t slept much the night before, perhaps even the night before that. He smelled different when he wasn’t well-rested, the psychiatrist noticed, though only his keen nose would. The scent of the other man was RICH; earthy, autumn, a well-loved home. It’s intoxicating, & he can feel a smile tugging at his lips once more. He never looked up from his page, his pencil scribbling in ODD patterns.         ---   ❝ WOLF dreams can have a positive or negative connotation &, like all animal dreams, they can represent animal or primal instincts. Even a lone wolf is still a wolf, Will. It still has needs & desires that only carnage and a mate can quench. I find it amusing that you see yourself as that, at least what you had JUST mentioned your dream was like. You’ve often mentioned elk when we’ve discussed your dreams in the past. Are you perhaps FINALLY seeing yourself as more of a predator than prey? ❞

       Oh, just the THOUGHT of it.  ----  Adjusting himself within the  leather chair as if he were re-reading his notes, but in fact, the man hasn’t been taking notes on Will Graham’s mental state at all. He’s spent nearly the entire session sketching the other as he spoke. Shading in the last of the scruffy beard along the jawline, EVENTUALLY showing off a satisfied smirk at his own work, briefly examining his patient across from him to see if he’s missed any small details. Of course he hasn’t. It’s UTTERLY perfect.  ❝  --- hm, HOW many men have you killed again. Two, THREE ? When you pulled the trigger each time, was it not by primal instincts alone? ❞  -- or was it, he just WANTED to --- therefore he did & as if the doctorw was ALLOWED to talk about such, seeing as he was the main cause of the other’s spiral.    / @welcomeoblivicn​

[suchkindwords]

 It is almost 7am. I am high as a kite BUT I redid my muse list & added an updated rules before hand. Making graphics for the muses that need some and to make the doc look a little more appealing. ---- 

[suchkindwords]

       TRYING to understand the majority of the bond in which Hannibal and the likes of this other man had, it was INDESCRIBALE, to say the least. She, of course, only knew the basics of the story from either side but somehow the pieces were nestled perfectly into one another and created a MUCH more clear story. In the end, it all made sense due to the fact that neither seemed to be staying away from another’s property.  As if they couldn’t stand the subconscious absence of one another’s company, it made her scuff. Standing there, finding the man near Hannibal’s home, right outside the entrance they soon stared at one another, arriving at the same time. She was just getting home from an evening stroll around town, a bag within her grasp of SIMPLE shopping. Playing this comfy roll of sitting well in Maryland, hoping to blend in with the crowd of the city This means the usual sniper rifle wouldn’t be wrapped around shoulder as that was illegal and likely would get in EXTREME trouble. However, just because there was no visible weapon didn’t mean she didn’t carry many other ways of protection. Gloved fingers wrapped tighter around the handle of the bag, smiling toward Will as she felt the corners of her mouth twitch, blaming the cold.  It has been a long while since they have seen each other. In fact, that last thing she did was throw him off a moving train, oops.   ❝ Are you lost ? --- ❞   / @welcomeoblivicn​

[serialcannibal]

The most stable elements, Chiyoh, appear in the middle of the periodic table. Roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. I think that’s appropriate for you.  ↳ for @iskarieot

[suchkindwords]

—  INCORRECT QUOTES ft. @mivendico

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---  INCORRECT QUOTES ft. @selfdeclared

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---  INCORRECT QUOTES ft. @potentempath

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     It was NICE to see that he was home earlier than expected to be, from the far  glance and keen eyesight, it was easy to tell by his posture & body language alone just how tired one was. Perhaps it was from earlier fights with Graham that caused aches in the muscles & the blood splatters along the shirt fabric was dark, indicating that the blood was DRY as well as it was old.  Weapon placed down & on safety while long strides toward the house hold were made, sauntered through the grass in hopes to not step on new blooming flowers. Quick like a raven, SWOOPING through the opened door, making SURE to close it firmly behind her, locking the many bolts that warned off anyone who thought about intruding. Boots slid off on the mat next to the front door, slowly approaching the direction in which she ASSUMED he other had ambled off to. Once seeing him, eyes softened from the intense stare she had moment’s before.  ❝   You are going to push yourself too much one day & NOT be able to walk home like that. ❞ / @mivendico​

[suchkindwords]

&. ZELLER

He was staring up at the ceiling in bed still with his phone resting on his chest. There was a nagging sense of emptiness that filled him as it did some mornings, coming and going other times. It honestly felt like not a single thought crossed his mind for minutes at a time when it was just his eyes on the blank white ceiling. But then there was another buzz from his phone and an area in his brain lit up again as he lifted his phone above his face, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he read the texts sent by Beverly. If there was anyone that could drag him out of his moments of dissociation, it was her, though he hadn’t quite identified those as such.

[ txt: Bev 💯 ] I giveth and I taketh away just as easily. Don’t you remember I’m a god? 😜

[ txt: Bev 💯 ] Yes please, how about we meet up at Scooter’s? I’m feeling a snickers latte

( txt: Zlander  🎵 )   Scooters sounds good. I really want a cinnamon muffin. I guess it’s time to learn the hard way if I really am allergic to gluten or not.  It’s highly doubtful, otherwise I wouldn’t be snacking on bread and balsamic vinegar late at night. I would likely be DEAD by now if that were the case. Can you imagine?  “ Death by bread. ”  how horrible. 

There was more HORRIBLE things & worse ways to die, of course --- they both knew that as they do post mortems almost always. Needing to examine the body as close as they could in order to figure out the DEATH & there whereabouts of said killer of that specific crime.  Unable to even think about work, she sighed with a flop back against the sofa, staring at the phone. Watching the little typing message pop up at the bottom of the screen.  Perhaps Z didn’t find it that funny whenever JOKING on death like that, all things considered. She couldn’t fathom the idea of losing any of her friends either, the thought alone made stupid tears form on the edge of eyes --- sniffling & quick to wipe them away with the corner of the oversized sweatshirt sleeve. 

[potentempath]

📜 / from Bev

incorrect quote meme: accepting.

@suchkindwords said: 📜 / from Bev