[weepingandgnashingofteeth]

can someone normalize me

[leneemusing]

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine? 

tell me what it is about my muse that drew yours in. physical attributes, mannerisms, appearance etc. 

[vaynglorie]

SIMON LOVE ME

I ALREADY DO MANY MANY

[vaynglorie]

      Holden Ford is a babe, thanks for coming.

[curseworm]

the fact that i am constantly saying strange and unpleasant things is just part of my charm

[vaynglorie]

Please welcome the BA100

      Androids were in the military, Androids were in the police force, but there was one thing for certain still and hat was that both the FBI and the CIA were fully human organizations.  Or at least that's what the official documentation says.  Technically Holden Ford was born in Detroit and moved out to Quantico to join the FBI, to join the BSU, and it’s not that far off. 

      He was from Detroit, but he wasn’t born.

      The BA model had been underproduction for a while now, an amalgam of existing software and models to create one that could exist with humans and function like one with very few limitations.  The RK software was the strongest base they could find, adding in segmented code from the WR, PL, YK, and AX units to build up an android with an infiltration and information gathering.

      As the first of it’s kind the BA100 does not have an distinguishing features for an Android, no LED, no band, and coding that allows it to ignore Android targeting rules and regulations.  The BA can travel with it’s partner anywhere and do anything a human might need to do to gather intel, including ignoring direct orders from humans and skirting laws for them as well.  A fail safe to this includes coded speech from the BAs direct handler to override it’s perceived freedom.

      You might be wondering how such a thing can avoid detection from it’s robotic counterparts, and it is a good question, but one that’s easily answered.  The BA is so highly classified that any scan preformed upon it will yield only the created and redacted profile for its cover identity, that being Holden Ford of Detroit.  Due to it’s highly classified nature there are very few people who know of it’s true existence, those being it’s direct supervisors Wendy Carr and Bill Tench and their direct supervisor.

      The BA units emotions and desires feel genuine, coding taken from the YK models and built upon the PL and WR make it seem very human, though due to the way it was created the way it acts could seem vaguely disjointed, slipping from one presumed personality and way of speech to another to fit into it’s situation better.

[vaynglorie]

casuisity‌:

     Hannibal moves when Holden moves, a hand to shake at precisely the right time, mirroring the set of his shoulders in its subtlety. Clearly he was not expected for some time and Jack’s misleading could have cost him dearly in the loyalty of his agent. To strain an already strained relationship threatens to break the thread.

     “My apologies, I’ll make sure to phone directly in to your office in the future.” Build that broken trust, place each brick in a new corner out of the wrecking ball’s way. Oh dearest Jack what have you done this time?

     “I wanted to do this here, in your office where you are most comfortable but it seems you’ve barely begun to settle.” Hannibal’s gauge twitches, an itch along the bridge of his nose, the desire to trace the outlay of pearly whites with his tongue.

      “ Nothing about this office is comfortable, Doctor.  But thank you, calling me instead of Jack would... Well, It would certainly help.  We could go to the cafe, get tea, or go for a walk? “

      Anything to get out of this little room he’s been stuck in.  Reasonably he knows that he could make it worlds better if he just put forth the effort to do so, but it still felt like settling in here made it more permanent, and he would much rather go back to his old desk where he could easily talk to the other members of the BSU.

     He knows it was supposed to be something of protective move for him, to keep him contained and only into the thing he was supposed to be, but it made him feel isolated.  He’d even prefer to sit in on Will’s classes then sit here in silence and stare at paperwork.

      “ You do like tea right? “

[vaynglorie]

synallactic‌:

     Its disconcerting to be trapped like this with someone hovering over him firing off questions like an auctioneer trying his best to sell an item going out of style. Luckily for Holden Will was accustomed to rapid fire questions beneath the mire of a ‘recreation’. This time he was fully lucid and prepared despite the abrupt and forceful turn of the conversation.

     “Suspects, yes. Too many. We’re chasing down a lead currently and he uhm… It wasn’t a video recording, at least not that we know of. The killer tapped their phone. Triggered their alarm system while they were both home so that he could record their voices disarming the system.” Will’s fingers tighten on the armrest, knuckle-white and jaw set he stares at the desk to avoid the curiosity of the agent’s gaze. His stomach churns as if he’s reliving it for the first time and he’s not entirely certain that feeling will ever go away.

     “He uh-… Later, when he planned the crime to happen, he broke in. Shot the husband. Mr. Marlow died of blood loss shortly after. The wife he-…He incapacitated her. A bullet through the neck paralyzes her but doesn’t hit any major arteries. The killer wanted her alive. What he had planned for her required her suffering and his perceived knowledge that she would die knowing she was helpless.” Exhaling shakily through his nose, he wipes his palm against his knee and clears his throat.

     “There was a previous murder, similar to this one. We think it was his beginning a uh- practice run if you will. He learned from it. Learned to get around a security system and has intimate knowledge of how phone lines work. Which brings us back to question one. Our main suspects are current and ex-employees of the phone company that services the Marlow’s neighborhood. Anyone who has or had some form of issue with the deceased. Ex-lovers or estranged family members. The guy who bags her groceries.” Too many, as he’d said. This felt like it was over. Definitive and finite as the crimes themselves.

    Ah, he had heard it wrong.  Tapped lines.  The idea of taping a family before killing them had been too exciting of a deviation concept that perhaps he’d heard what he’d wanted to when Will was just beginning to talk.  His attention waders away from the older mans face as he’s talking, watching instead the way he grips at the armrest, the rub of his palm against the fabric of his trousers.

     Recounting the murder seemed to cause him both physical and mental distress.

     How was a man like this supposed to help him if talking about what they did made him ill?  Holden pushes the question away and takes one step back to give the other agent some room stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to keep himself from reaching out to touch papers or even Will himself.

      He hadn’t really been invited yet.

      It was aggravating.

      “ I didn’t get to see this crime scene. “

[vaynglorie]

casuisity‌:

     A strange reaction for an FBI agent bound to find himself in far more difficult settings than an unannounced visit and a gathering stack of paperwork. Bemusement and its good neighbor curl the corners of crooked lips.

     “I am sorry to have startled you out of your mental process, that was not my intention. Jack- Agent Crawford asked me here to speak with you. You were expecting me I see, though perhaps not so soon.” Idle fingers trace the silk lining of an expensive jacket draped carefully over bent arm, a cautiously optimistic overview of the office in his peripheral. It wasn’t beyond hope, the new agent could make use of it yet. Or not.

     “If Agent Crawford has informed you of my impending visit I can only assume you know who I am beyond reputation alone.”

      Of course Jack just sent him in.  It seemed like trying to catch Holden off guard or trying to put him on edge was part of going to be a recurring thing.  First Will Graham, now Hannibal Lecter, he was being deprived of his own ability to decide and while it was definitely not the fault of these two men he is still irritated to the very core.

      One Misstep, one bit pushed too far and now he wasn’t to be trusted.  Absurd.  Especially after everything else he’d done right since he got to the BSU.

      But, regardless of his own anger he forces a slow deep breath and pushes it all away, moving to his feet at the same time so he can move around the rather pitiful desk and go greet the other man correctly.  He’d wanted to be polite with this one, and letting the little rocky start foul it was no something he intended to let happen.

      “ He told me you would be arriving in a couple of hours.  I was going to greet you outside. Apparently Jack... Over-exaggerated your travel time. “

[vaynglorie]

"last time someone looked at me like that, i got laid."

      “ Probably because this is the look people get when they’re thinking about having sex with you. “

      It’s blunt, but Gavin was a blunt man.  Subtleties could be lost on him, and while Holden likes to think he’d catch onto  them himself if the detective had been hinting towards a less than professional dealing with one another, he does know that the truth is he’d also need something blunt.  Relationships weren’t things he was very good at.

      One night stands however.

      “ Because I am. “

      They both needed a bit of a rough hand to get started he suspects.

[mindhunter-netflix]

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[rominatrix]

Mindhunter: 1x2

[vaynglorie]

@synallactic liked for a lyrical starter

      “ I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been. “

[vaynglorie]

casuisity‌:

@murdersmartyr

     He stands at the threshold of the pitiable compartment one could hardly call an office admiring the oppressive air it exuded with its dull wallpaper and stale scent of dust lining hard-to-reach places. Hardly a room conducive to a working atmosphere it was never a wonder their agents preferred field work. Meticulous as he knew Jack Crawford to be not every office had the same personality as the head of the BSU’s though perhaps his judgement came too soon.

     Maroon eyes fall upon the small figure framed behind an equally small desk, a sparse few odds and ends scattered in an organized disorderly manner. Made to look as if they belonged and held some secret purpose no doubt. A heartbeat longer he waits to see if his presence will be felt or the occupant would remain unaware of his being watched before rapping his knuckles against the door.

     “Agent Ford, I presume?” His timbre is soft, delicate even, tailor made to prevent spooking a flighty deer.

      His attention is unfortunately miles away from the door when the doctor arrives and while at first glance it appears that he could be fully engrossed in the papers before him his gaze, while directed at his desk, is nearly vacant.  His mind has wandered far past the walls of the dingy little office around him, back to the last interview nearly a week in his past.

      It would be easier to just listen to the recording, but he hadn’t intended on this little mental revisit.

      Which is why he startles despite the soft voice and the attempt not to.  The action is very faint, but certainly not something that the older man would miss, not with the way his shoulders tense and his breath catches before he can stop it.  It’s an embarrassing reaction, but he manages not to fluster after as his attention finally falls to the doctor waiting in the doorway.

      “ That would be me, Dr. Lecter. “

[fckin-deactivated20171107]

i love dominant men but at the same time if a man tells me what to do i’ll bodyslam him

[vaynglorie]

( DOOR ) || but i dont undersatnd how memes work connor opensdoor 4 he

Seduction Starters               ( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass. 

      “ Connor... You know I can open the doors on my own right? “

      It isn’t the first time the android had taken a longer stride to beat him to the door it isn’t the first time that he’d found himself having to take a step back so the door wouldn’t hit him when the door somehow still unexpectedly opens before he can reach the handle itself.  It’s always something a little embarrassing but extremely endearing.

     Despite his small protest he does step into the building first, waiting a beat for Connor to join him.

      “ Thank you, by the way. “