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a multi-muse blog for various franchises , featuring DOCTOR HANNIBAL LECTER . please make sure you read my rules before following & interacting with this blog , thank you ! the mun goes by MYERS & i am 24+ years old . my pronouns are HE / HIM.
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𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 .
❝ … so hold your head up and you’ll go far. ❞ / private & low-activity roleplay blog for trans!shigaraki tomura from bnha , written by myers
so let ’em burn, burn, burn, burn, burn !! ↳ independent & selective TOUYA TODOROKI as brought to life by myers
PRIVATE & SELECTIVE roleplaying blog for TODOROKI TOUYA from boku no hero academia. 18+ // minors dni // as loved by MYERS
im moving dabi to his own blog. that means you guys may need to change some character tags you have for him with my old url, which im sorry for, but i need a fresh start or im going to freak.
what element writer are you?
frostbite writers
the impossible writer. a walking contradiction, so beautiful, with pain wrapped all wound you. your characters taste the best and worst of this world, just like you did. & they get hurt, covered in scars and with their heart in pieces, but they keep walking, pain in their eyes and in their every step.
but just like your characters, you don't give up. everything hurts, but you still go on. your stories are deep, sometimes the reader needs to read through the lines, sometimes not, but the feelings you describe linger in your reader's hearts for long.
you're able to leave a print. usually you write stories that carry with them the burden you had to carry, but when you write about a pure love, your readers will find the comfort of a hug from a loved one. you're passionate, love hard and forever. frostbite writers tasted the bitter of life, and know how to keep immortal a feeling.
your stories will make your reader lose themselves in another universe, and when they come back, something will be changed forever.
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@outside-eden ASKED: "Please don’t worry about the dog." Sigfrid casually pointed toward the beaver on the couch. // HANNIBAL SEASON 3 SENTENCE STARTERS
oh, he.... he certainly won't, although dabi cannot help but fucking wonder; no surprises there, but he questions the other's sanity quite a bunch. DOES HE KNOW it's not a dog? should he be the one to break the news or wait for another less unfortunate being to do so?
FUCK IT.
❝ you know that's NOT A DOG, right? it's a fucking... uh, i dunno. but it aint a damn dog. ❞
@whiskeycoloredhair ASKED: Therapy doesn’t work on me. For Keigo // HANNIBAL SEASON 1 SENTENCE STARTERS
keigo was a lot of things, but not a vessel for someone else's issues; not in such a way. he thought so for the longest time, despite the obvious struggles julian faced, despite the good look he got at him over a long time; and down the road decided to give heart and soul for him, whatever else it takes, he'd GIVE it.
even if only the worst of him belongs to keigo, and even if an outcome cannot be easily predicted. he decided to roll with it; the problems, the WORST he has to offer, and still would even if therapy did not take root for him, even if efforts were wasted for naught.
falling in love was way too easy to be prepared for all that it entails – for them, for all they're worth, it's more and more struggles with each new day and despite it all; decisions, made actively or with a mind too INFATUATED and hooked up on him, did not change but god, did they stumble.
wavered, slowly so, after so long, this many therapists, this much money spent on the best this country has to offer. they did not help. they gave up if julian didn't, and told them he lacks what even the worst has; A WILL, to continue, to become better in every way, or just any way;
and today, when keigo looks in the mirror, he cannot tell who he sees anymore but it's not himself. it tears on him, too. makes him TIRED, easily angered by the littlest things;
feeling the light didn't come easy anymore like it used to.
it's hardly a comfort, only carries more worries with it. but leaving him? with all this? it's the least troublesome solution, what's considered right if he was in any position to make it in the first place, and sane enough to decide for himself when it was TIME TO STOP. keigo cannot say julian did not try attempt therapy;
and keigo has never been around, usually the centers did not allow him to be close to julian for a certain amount of time; but all those times he skipped sessions, OR SIMPLY LEFT on his own accord without even thinking to ask keigo, showed up at his doorstep in the dead of night; all that tears on him. lays nerves bare, and tears on those as well.
the thought of never getting out of this makes him feel small, weak, incapable. but he loves him, and he isn't going to leave. AT LEAST HE DOESN'T WANT TO.
❝ are you even TRYING anymore, julian? think of all the god damn money that's wasted, yeah? for a change? i'm... i'm tired. ❞ he doesn't want to.
@cc-omul-soare ASKED: "I know you don’t like to be the cause of concern, but I’m officially concerned about you." Nagato from cc-omul-soare pls // HANNIBAL SEASON 1 SENTENCE STARTERS
take from him what you want, but don't take his dignity; his right to decide when to be weak, when to be perceived as one in need of assistance. he dreads the thought of being the centerpiece, important enough to be looked upon when in a state of limbo; hanging on a thread between life and death, so it feels like, so it always did, and so it ALWAYS will. dabi knows no other way of living and cannot stand the thought of a recovery;
rendering him into someone who he is not, a person healthy enough to determine for himself when aid was called for, when one has to lend a hand, too. SYMPATHY, fuck that shit; his eyes tell of emotions;
blue's a flaming sensation just behind lashes, a squint questioning the other's intentions. no agreement will come. NO RESPONSE, either, not if he can help it, not verbally at least, and dabi is great when it comes to spitting poison in another's face.
officially concerned, my ass. it took long, yes; to acknowledge how long it takes to regain. to achieve. to heal in the simplest of ways, with AFFECTION from one where it's most desires; and dabi has no other to rely on, to tell it to, even if nagato was here. always around, surely not pleasant company but one that loves misery (shared, their bond, of course)
concern only stems from the thought of losing a precious asset, one with the vital information to help the cause. none more. he almost DARED NOT think he was cared for as an individual.
when words finally do spill they're nothing nice, drip vile or an innocent bystander might call them bored in sound. a hint of ANNOYANCE, too.
❝ you're right, i don't. you're not concerned about me but about the goal. don't FUCKING worry. don't even bother. ❞
he could've very well flipped nagato off and blew a kiss with a FUCK YOU on his lips; same sentiment, wrapped in pretty paper with a bow around.
@homra-no-artemis ASKED: "i was dead. i know i was dead." hm talkin abt that incident i c : ) // HANNIBAL SEASON 3 SENTENCE STARTERS
shared glances are one thing; relatively easy to deal with once accustomed to the shade of another pair, the shadow veiling truth from lie – and the SPARK FROM JOY. surely one quickly adored and found to be calming at it's best –
concerning at the worst instances, but the occasion was rare. the disturbance of the peace comes with an invitation from both sides, dabi holds arms open and lets the chance in no questions asked to begin what could be called something akin to a THERAPY-SESSION;
and he's the worst poison to pick for the listening part, and can offer advice only when intoxicated; or immersed; CONSUMED, you might say, by tone of voice and sound of words the way they come – no longer buried but laid bare, honest.
what dabi knows is what takehiko was open to talk about, none more than that, and he didn't dare prod when they first began with HEAVY topics and conversations lasting longer than what the public will call a proper session; certainly it's of use for both parties.
silence sits, still, as it does for him so it has to for her part, and for a while neither of them spoke a word until he was able to breathe again, remembers HOW A HEARTBEAT FEELS LIKE and how muscles can obey the orders from a brain foggy from god-knows-what (very likely cannabis) and its perhaps this state of mind that makes him malleable. like clay in warm hands, those that know where to wander.
would his own know?
YOU’RE ALIVE, YOU’RE ALIVE, all that's a shout in his head, shocked and glad all the same.
you're here, BREATHING, with blood in your veins.
with just enough to carry you from day to day.
❝ do you feel alive now? ❞
dabi will not dig deeper, softened the soil with bare hands, feels the dirt take hold underneath nails with chipped black polish on them, can tell how dry it's become over time, and the dust might as well make him cough if not CAREFUL enough.
he waits, and grants what he knows to; a moment. eye contact (distracting) and hands to wipe the sand, grime, and blood; CLEAN, with dirty hands.
Hannibal Season One Sentence Starters
No bodies, no parts of bodies, nothing that comes out of bodies – Nothing. That may require me to be sociable. I’m beginning to suspect you’re investigating me. Not fond of eye contact, are you? Or we could socialize like adults. God forbid we become friendly with each other. I don’t think you’re that interesting. They applauded, it was inappropriate. Question is, do you want to go back in the field? Therapy doesn’t work on me. Is this therapy or a support group? The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else. He’s alive, but he will never be conscious again. I saw him lying there, in someone else’s grave. I don’t think we’ve ever been alone in a room together. You stir the hornet’s nest and I’m the one who gets stung. Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. Hybrid. Great car for stalking. I can undo what I said, I can also make it a lot worse. It’s not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living. This isn’t self-defense, (…). You butchered him. If you don’t eat your growing fruits, you won’t get any dessert. Someone asked me if I kept my stained clothes. What kind of killer forgives the victim at the moment of death? What am I about to put into my mouth? We’re ready to go when you are and you’re ready to go, so let’s go. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given to itself. Who watches over us when we sleep? So, are we going to have a conversation or are you just going to pretend like everything’s alright? Did you just smell me? I don’t know how much longer I can be that useful to you, (…). I thought if I kept it to myself our lives wouldn’t change. The effect I was hoping for was her death. Here we are, a bunch of psychopaths helping each other out. The Romans used to kill flamingos just to eat their tongues. Would you like to discuss our chance encounter? It makes me sad that I have to pay to see you. I see enough of you to see the truth in you. Your eyes were open, but you were not present. I need to stop sleeping altogether, best way to avoid bad dreams. So you invited me over to help you collect animal parts? The only thing you can change is your future. This is my resume, this is my body of work – this is my legacy. Every day I wake up and I hear (…)’s voice. They could never see me coming unless I wanted them to see me coming. Everything we know about that night is true, except for the end. In time this will be the only story any of us cares to tell. I know you don’t like to be the cause of concern, but I’m officially concerned about you. There’s a grandiosity to the violence I imagined. You must overcome these illusions that cover up your reality. I know what kind of crazy I am and this isn’t that kind of crazy. I just slowly became aware that I might not be dreaming. Why are you still here when the both of us know this is bad for you? It feels like our last supper. How do you keep those whites so clean? All I need is one hand free. I fear not knowing who I am. I don’t know if I’ll ever be myself again. It’s hard to be with another person when you can’t get out of your own head. You made me chicken soup? Nothing more isolating than mental illness. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life. Grieving is an individual process with a universal goal. Can you hear how paranoid you sound? These are not the actions of an innocent man. I am who I’ve always been.
Hannibal Season Two Sentence Starters
Now my inner voice sounds like you and I can’t get you out of my head. I assume it’s easier to suspect that I’m responsible for those murders than to accept that you are. I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. I’m not interested in a pissing contest with you, (…). I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I almost know you. Saving lives is just as arousing as ending them. I’m not asking you to believe anything you can’t prove, I’m asking you to prove it. I want to surrender while I still have my dignity. I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. I can’t make pain go away but I can make it so that it doesn’t matter. Who does he have to kill before you will open your eyes? I’ve convinced myself of something that took me a long while to see. By my experience that means a lot of people are lying about a lot of things. I feel like I’ve been watching our friendship on a split screen. You tried to kill me, (…). It’s hard to not take that personally. I wonder how many more people are going to get hurt by what you do. If only every problem could be solved with a simple Waltz. A tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted. The way you think I am isn’t always a reliable way to believe who I am. I would like to remain not dead for the forseeable future. When you wake up, your only choice will be to run. Doing bad things to bad people makes us feel good. I would change many things, but not that we ended up here. Everybody loves a sinner redeemed. At some point almost every society believed birds carry our souls into the afterlife. It won’t feel the same, (…). It won’t feel like killing me. This is not the reckoning you promised yourself. A life without regret would be no life at all. Most of what we believe is motivated by death. Hollywood is a fine place for the obnoxious and wealthy. You failed to murder (…) because you still love him. I’m not having this or any other kind of conversation with you, (…). I enjoy putting a face to the name. I can guarantee you there’s a really good explanation for this. I provide the ingredients, you tell me what we should do with them. This animal tastes frightened. What does frightened taste like? Fire destroys and creates. It is mythical. It’s common for killers to revisit their victims after death. I think a child may be what we need to bring us closer. If we were truly considerate of a pig’s happiness, we wouldn’t eat them. Whenever feasable one should always try to eat the rude. You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness. Don’t fool yourself into thinking (…) is not in control of what’s happening. I am convinced of my general lack of trust in people. When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running, but not to help. When the moment comes, will you do what needs to be done? What we do for ourselves dies with us, what we do for others lives beyond us. Will you save (…) for me when I’m gone? Reality doesn’t go away just because you stop believing in it. You would deny me my life? Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment, when the teacup shatters.
Hannibal Season Three Sentence Starters
It’s only cannibalism if we’re equals. I can help you tell the version of the events you want. I’m just fascinated to know how you will feel when all this happens to you. Forgiveness is too great for one person, it requires two. Technically, you killed him. We have been each other’s prisoner for a very long time. Our minds concoct all sorts of fantasies when we don’t want to believe the truth. I’ve never known myself as well as I know myself when I’m with (…). We can all betray. Sometimes, we have not other choice. The dead at least have the luxury of being done with what they’ve lost. We can catch the man who maimed and framed us. You were so afraid of me. I’m building rooms in my memory palace for all my friends. I was dead. I know I was dead. Spitters are quitters and you don’t strike me as a quitter. I’m not used to hearing voices outside my head. There are means of influence other than violence. We’re different from who we are during the day. I want to be able to draw these streets from memory. All of our endings can be found in our beginnings. This is where I leave you, or more precisely, where you leave me. I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. Every crime of yours feels like one I’m guilty of. I’ve never considered myself in need of being rescued until now. I’m committed to enjoying every part of you. What will you do once you’ve eaten me? I drink Martini’s made with tears. You have to spill blood, either by your own hand or someone else’s. It would actually be more therapeutic to kill him yourself. This will immobilize your body, but you will feel everything. You’ll be sure to let me know if this hurts, won’t you? When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory. I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you’re doing. I don’t want to think about you anymore. Please don’t worry about the dog. We don’t get wiser as we get older. Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight? Sympathy feels like spit on my cheek. The important thing is what I am becoming. Before Dante we spoke not of the Gates of Hell, but the Mouth of Hell. You didn’t lose yourself, (…). You just crawled so far up his ass you couldn’t be bothered. You are capable of righteous violence because you’re compassionate. It’s not a lie if you keep your mouth shut. Don’t let fear lead your strength. All psychopaths and narcissists love to read about themselves. Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it. A man becomes famous because he has the right stuff in him. Fate has a habit of not letting us choose our own endings. I think I’m guilty of liking you. I’m not so scarred in life that I’m incapable of love. Don’t try to run. I can catch you. Oh, (…), I can’t stand to watch you burn. You came all this way and you didn’t get to kill anyone. You righteous, reckless, twitchy little man. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books. Do you intend to watch him kill me? Save yourself, kill them all. I’m gonna film your death, (…). Watching the film will be wonderful, but not as wonderful as the act itself.
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