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𝚁𝙰𝚉𝙾𝚁-𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂. 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘣𝘤’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭.

[vylingas]

@VYLINGAS.   An 18+ mutuals-only writing blog for Hannibal Lecter from NBC’s Hannibal.  This blog is low activity, iconless, and limited in size, featuring slow replies with big text and limited formatting.  Written by Hunter (they/she/he).  Brief blog info and mains/exclusives below—see carrd for full details.

CARRD.          AESTHETIC SIDEBLOG.          PINTREST.

INFO.   This blog is strictly 18+ and will contain triggering material such as murder, manipulation, gore, and violence.  I prefer to keep my follower and following count relatively low and will only write/interact with mutuals.  I also heavily prefer plotted dynamics and pre-established relationships.  Please note that my activity can be sporadic; I am not generally a fast RPer.  I can sometimes find excessive spacing between words difficult to read and would appreciate if my partners kept it to a minimum!  Mutuals are always welcome to ask for my discord.

[notmorbid]

the winter of the witch, pt. 6.

dialogue prompts from the winter of the witch by katherine arden.

will you come with me?

you are not alone, either.

why would i ever leave you?

bring me with you.

you cannot read my mind.

i thought i’d be satisfied.

it is not your nature to be satisfied.

you said you wouldn’t leave me.

i am sorry. forgive me.

there is nothing to forgive.

you left us when i was a child.

if they can only live by killing, better they all die.

i see you.

perhaps you only pay for your foolishness.

you have no soul at all.

you are not alone.

state your name and your business.

you did so well.

[name] has been a joy to me.

don’t you dare faint.

i’m alright. just remembering.

follow my lead.

don’t you dare break now.

i don’t care what happens to me.

tell me things that are true.

[name] lied to you, you know.

what difference does it make?

you lied to me.

we’re going to die if we don’t get help.

you are not powerless.

you never understood.

i did love your hands.

[vylingas]

why is my dash flat-out refusing to show me posts in chronological order...

[vylingas]

“ i had to move a great distance from you. ”

@cadisfly

   Behind Will, the hearth spits its crackling resentment, giving voice to the bitterness that squeezes Hannibal's heart. The strength of the emotion surprises him, and he detaches from it so that he can examine it, turning it over between his hands. It throbs through his body, tugging at the corner of his mouth and tightening the sturdy line of his jaw. This delights him.

   Even after all this time—perhaps more so because of it—the two of them are uniquely equipped to wound each other. Will finds the soft, fleshy paunch of Hannibal's vulnerability and sinks his teeth into it, and Hannibal throws his head back and groans like Saint Teresa each time an arrow finds its mark.

   He smiles contentedly, stretching satisfaction taut over the shape of his rancor, and does not break Will's gaze. Their presence here in Will and Blanche's house is an indignity to Hannibal—a reversal of power he can scarcely abide. Will stands in front of the fire, and Hannibal sits behind him, beneath him, on Will's hideous, poorly manufactured couch, in Will's dominion—this purgatory Will inhabits with his spouse—because he is not physically strong enough to stand.

   An image comes to Hannibal of one of Will's dogs, staring its master down in a display of dominance it cannot hope to manifest.

   He dismisses it.

   "Oedipus, too, sought to escape himself," Hannibal says into the silence between them. He wonders whether Blanche is listening to their conversation, whether she is perceptive enough to feel the warm, wet spread of mistrust. Perhaps the feeling is familiar to her already, having set down its roots somewhere tender and dark. Three years, after all, is quite a long time to pretend.

   "No country was far enough to unlatch him from his fate."

[vylingas]

Came across your blog and read a few of your writing and absolutely adore your portrayal for him! I don't know if you'd ever come back to write.. but if you do it'd be so lovely c: I hope you're staying safe and doing well!

Ahhhhh this is so sweet!!!! 😭😭😭 Thank you so much; that means a lot! I tend to be Very Bad at staying active on here because I get in my own head about my writing/portrayal, especially because I have such amazing writing partners. I do have a few years-old replies in my drafts, though, which I really want to finish!

[vylingas]

i've been rewatching hannibal and i've deciced that what hannibal does to will in s1 is just one big round of exposure therapy. tell me will are you afraid of losing yourself and becoming a killer???? well dr lecter can help u with that

[notmorbid]

monstrilio.

dialogue prompts from monstrilio by gerardo sámano córdova.

you know how to love me the best.

i need to love someone who won't disintegrate.

why didn't you come back sooner?

extraordinary things happen everywhere, all the time.

maybe if i try hard enough, i can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

i know you think you're alone. that your grief is only your own.

you have no heart.

i need you to come back. i want you here.

god chooses who he cares for, and he didn't choose us.

god has too many rules, anyway. do you really want to follow so many rules?

i don't think we're ever too old for dancing.

i'll keep your secret for a week.

you have your anger, and i have mine.

i'm worried that i bore you.

i can't stay here by myself.

write yourself a new role.

i remember what loving you felt like.

i stopped missing you a while ago.

i was afraid of my loneliness.

i had two emotions: fear and anger.

it really doesn't matter if i love you or not.

what if love doesn't make you feel better?

i want to help you. like you helped me.

i would excel in a zombie apocalypse.

i hate talking to people i don't know.

just the person i wanted. it's like i summoned you.

maybe it's okay that we taste bitter to each other.

i thought this place was invincible.

let's get you some clothes.

i wanted tonight to be special.

if you love someone, you shouldn't want to change them.

it's good you're leaving. you're bigger than all of this. bigger than us.

i'll be okay? you promise?

how do you find these places?

even i am capable of getting over things.

thinking tires me out.

art has no answer, no right way to be.

what's more human than wanting to kiss someone?

isn't that what couples do, tell each other things? secrets?

why is it sometimes people don't do what they want to do?

you can tell me. i won't be mad.

i don't have the energy to be annoyed.

are you embarrassed of me?

how do you make sure people don't stop liking you?

i wish i smoked. i'd have something to do besides pace.

what is it you're so afraid to tell me?

it's hard to focus on one feeling.

i won't abandon you again.

when people don't understand you, you can say anything you want.

may i touch you?

there are no monsters in these shadows. only me.

the pills make me care less.

no more running away.

you don't have to worry anymore.

[vylingas]

Haven’t followed you in years, but to decided to randomly check the blog, as once upon a time you were one of my favourite writers, and the amount of detail, and genius level writing that I still see up to date is inspiring! Love your portrayal.

HELLO??? Ahhhh this made my day!! Pleaseee this is so unbelievably sweet? I'm honored you thought of me fondly enough to check my blog! I only popped on here again recently but it's impossible to stay away indefinitely when I have so many amazingly talented writing partners. Kissing you so hard, anon <3

[vylingas]

no offense, but i think you need professional help. / TESS SKSKSK

   Hannibal smiles as he tightens the strap securing Tess's right forearm to the chair. He cinches it at a tension that will cause her discomfort but not serious injury, as long as she has the foresight to stop her incessant wriggling. It's human nature to test one's restraints, but like an unruly puppy, Tess has exceeded the bounds of reason and gnaws defiantly at the bars of her cage, to equally unproductive effect.

   It's a shame, really, that they've come to this. For as gruff as she can be, Hannibal has come to enjoy the brief flashes he has been granted of Tess's company; if nothing else, she's proven to be quite a reliable distraction. Entertainment, he supposes, if he's going to be crude about it. He has no real interest in her beyond the superficial—the intrigue that clings to her is the same as that of a brightly colored moth. Something surprising and beautiful, a momentary curiosity that just as quickly overstays its welcome. Hannibal will keep Tess in his carefully crafted jar, will feed her sugar water and milkweed until he tires of the game and crushes her within the warm cradle of his palm. Until then, though, he looks forward to watching her throw herself against the glass.

   She makes quite the picture already, her dark brunette hair mussed artlessly around her face. Small clumps of it cling to the sweat beading on her skin, and Hannibal reaches out to tuck a few stray strands behind her ear. She jerks away before he can fully manage it.

   "Do you?" he asks, amusement thick in his voice. He picks up the syringe he had placed on the tray beside Tess's chair and checks the level, ensures the vial is free of air. "In that case, you'll be relieved to know I'm under the care of a very capable psychiatrist." Hannibal casts Tess a playful look, his lips tugging up into a smile. He can scent her excitement and agitation, her loathing a dense, bitter thing. Hardly any fear clings to her now, though Hannibal has not decided whether to admire or pity her for her bravery. He wonders whether she knows that he doesn't intend to kill her now or whether she has simply not grasped the severity of her situation.

   "Are you familiar with Dr. Du Maurier? I can't praise her highly enough." He flicks the syringe and, satisfied, eyes Tess's arm for a suitable vein. "Perhaps you'll get to meet her one day." Despite Tess's struggling, Hannibal lines the needle up and slips it smoothly in. "This will only hurt for a moment," he says as he depresses the plunger. "There we go. That's a good girl; try not to fight it."

out there.

[vylingas]

every once in a while i get the urge to revive my multi and then i have to take my own face between my hands and gently tell myself that i cannot keep up with even one (1) muse

[whatyearisthis]

[luceat-a]

MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA, MEA MAXIMÁ CULPA. nicolò di genova of the old guard franchise. mixed comic + film canon but primarily hc based. 21+ / sporadic activity / mutuals only. au verses available. written by charlie.

[hypocratic]

HANNIBAL WAS NEVER GOING TO KILL ME. I'M HIS PATSY!

#HYPOCRATIC. independent writing account for frederick chilton from the show hannibal. some canon divergence. written by jordy.

[vylingas]

“ you have a way of promising things. ”

@cadisfly

   Sea salt licks the air that hovers over the open terrace, curling up from the water and settling against the villa's east-facing wall. If left untreated, its searing fingers will cause the paint to blister in no more than a few years' time. The wounds will need to be sanded down, the broken skin shorn off to ensure that the new finish will lie flat. To ensure that it will stick. Hannibal wonders idly whether he and Will will be here long enough to see the building reborn or whether they will have moved on by that time—perhaps even before the first imperfections show.

   He lifts his chin and draws the scent of the morning into his lungs, coating his soft palate with the thick brine of marine life and the filmy aftertaste of decomposition. It makes an interesting complement to the lemon tang of their sherry cobblers, which spit crisp-scented fizz from tall glasses dripping with condensation. A marvelous choice of cocktail, Hannibal reflects with pride; the citrus cuts delightfully through the viscous air, like stirring blood into melted chocolate.

   "'Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin,'" he recites. With the insinuation of a smile, he reaches out and twists a plump grape from the desiccated vine on his plate, relishing the wet snap that the fruit emits as he pries it from the half-eaten cluster.

   He would promise Will the world, should he feel it to be within his power. But the laws of nature bend to no man, and there are some feats that exceed even Hannibal's capabilities. Still, that loss doesn't weigh too heavily on him; he and Will can content themselves with the ache of old wounds, the easy peace of their seaside villa, and their oft-replenished storeroom.

   Hannibal rolls the grape between his fingers, holding his hand out in front of him so he can watch the neat pink scar on his wrist pucker and twist. Even now, the sight elicits something carnal in him. He places the grape in his mouth and tongues it to the side, nestling it between his teeth. He holds it there for a moment, cradling its smooth, round form between his molars, and then bites down, bursting the skin and splitting the flesh. Sour juice washes radiantly across his palate, and he exhales in pleasure, rolling his contented gaze back toward Will—knowing, playful. "Even God knew the importance of keeping one's word."

[vylingas]

god... been back on the dash with ryan for less than a day and i'm already going feral (/positive)

[notmorbid]

out there.

dialogue prompts from out there: stories by kate folk.

i woke up and you were gone.

if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

anything held too tightly will slip through your grasp like sand.

any interest in a weekend getaway?

i want you to talk about whatever you want.

why does this feel like therapy all of a sudden?

i'm not good at talking about feelings. it's just the way i was raised, i guess.

the only way to not hurt someone is to not love them enough.

death is just death, same as always.

i know it's terrible, but if i had to lose one parent to the void, it would definitely be my ___.

it must be nice to buy into a fairy tale.

are you sure you don't want a glass of water?

i can't even do one push-up.

i know you don't really believe that.

you always lie to placate me. to shut me up.

it's too late at night to be making phone calls.

you never tell me anything real.

i owe you an orgasm.

will you give us a smile?

i'm so sorry you've had to go through all that.

i'm just not strong enough to leave yet.

i didn't appreciate what i had with you. i didn't treat you well. i'm sorry.

i'm not as strong as i used to be.

i want to watch the sunset.

i'm only angry at myself for being so naïve.

hunters hunt. that's the way of things.

you're gonna get yourself killed.

no offense, but i think you need professional help.

you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.

can you open the door? i want to talk.

it's okay. i forgive you. i want to move on.

my little starfish.

go ahead and ignore me. you're good at that.

you told me you loved me.

you made me think i was crazy. like i imagined all of it.

don't be so corn-fed.

are you gonna ask me out on a date?

don't you have any other memories?

do you want to kiss me?

i would only like a chance to make it up to you.

do you understand that you're not a real person?

i'm sorry, i can't help you. please leave me alone.

i never wanted to hurt anyone. especially not you.

you can't help what you are. none of us can.

you don't know what it's like to have no one.

which memories do you want to forget?

i know the feeling of wanting a home to return to.

[vylingas]

uuuuu. i know i'm the worst rper ever i keep popping in and saying back and then leaving again fhfkdhgsd but. hi. (not making any promises)