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The details of the Closed Hannibal Roleplay Group can be found here.

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PSA;

x. Alright, I am alive again. Hannibal is still with me. I’ll be getting around to setting up the closed Hannibal writing universe soon, and will be reaching out to people who very kindly expressed interest, as well as posting a list of which characters have been taken and which are still free.

Thank you!

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When that company IS Will Graham.

The Murder Husbands AU where Hannibal finally gets to show Florence to Will, and s3 proceeds without all the pinning and sadness…

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Writers Wanted; Apply Within

I would really like to gather a group of Hannibal RPers. Writers who all jive with each other, the chemistry is there, the dynamics, all of it. Writing Hannibal can be lonely! The characterizations of the muses from the show are so dependent on their interactions with one another that it can be difficult to write them outside of the Hannibal bubble. 

So, if you’d like to join either a Tumblr, Skype, or Discord closed Hannibal RP group, playing any of the characters from the show, please let me know! This is a very casual thing, dependent on chemistry and eagerness to write. Also, so long as we have the “main players,” I would think OC’s should be welcome!

Obviously NSFW themes, including violence, gore, mental fuckery, and sexual situations will be present, because, you know... It’s Hannibal. 

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rough touch (trashverger)

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible nsfw implications }

@trashverger 

17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them. 

Grab his hair, came unbidden, an automatic first step in his natural defensive reaction. He has not made it to where he is in this life because he is easily frightened or subdued. Trap your leg behind his to knock him off balance. If suited, flip him over your shoulder. 

Lecter’s breath remained even, and he pulled in only a heavy enough breath to adequately oxygenate himself for the upcoming tussle. Verger was a dangerous man, prone to sadism and impulsive violence, but it was his very impulsivity that gave Lecter the upperhand. He would remain calm. He always remained calm. 

It was imperative that he not allow Verger to get his knife out of his pocket. Using his considerable size, Lecter launched both himself and Mason to the side in a calculated effort to toss his attacker to the floor before lunging towards his desk in search of his especially well sharpened letter opener.

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— I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world. — No, I got here on my own.

Hannibal, S01E08

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enigmatii‌:

Will watched as the doctor moved towards his desk and he took it upon himself to wander along the bookshelves. He liked the read the titles, it was oddly calming to just focus on the strings of letters and push his dreams to the rear of his subconscious. 

“A sedative? Just for night, right? Can’t have myself feeling drowsy at the wheel,” he joked dryly, perhaps it wasn’t that funny. He was still a bit buzzing from his less than restful night. 

Shooting a look over his shoulder, he watched Hannibal scrawling down the prescription. The added comment he him glancing down with a small smile. “I know. I should have called. I guess sometimes my brain just works on overdrive and I lose control of the wheel, you know?” 

“Just for the night time,” Lecter confirmed. “If you take it around ten o’clock in the evening it should provide you a healthy and restful night’s sleep, and you won’t be feeling the effects of the medication by the time you wake up in the morning. Though I do advise you have a cup of coffee before leaving the house.” His lips twitched with faint amusement. “I’ve experienced you pre-caffeination.” 

Allowing the silence to extend and Will’s admission to go unanswered, seemingly ignored, until Lecter had straightened his papers and taken his customary seat, he cleared his throat and gestured to the chair across from himself. 

“You are my patient, Will, but you are also my friend. My door is always open to you. How tight is your grip on the wheel at the moment, do you think?”

A Reason To See You; Will&Hannibal

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Take it from me, please. (insp)

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wtfannibal‌:

Jack : Hannibal can you tell everyone what’s is in this?

Hannibal :

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DEVOUR

Eat (food or prey) hungrily or quickly.

(of fire, disease, or other forces) Consume (someone or something) destructively.

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Which planet matches your muse’s personality?

   You got: Uranus

Your greatest strength is your ability to adapt, and you reject any and all labels pressed upon you. What others read as eccentricity is your uncanny ability to see what others cannot see, and act as others dare not act. Occasionally, this love of freedom and distaste for attachment can lead you to push people away, but when you find others who understand you — truly understand you — your coalition could tilt the whole world on its axis.

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Tagged by: stole from @drdumaurier Tagging: @enigmatii @slaughtcrhouse @savantisms

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Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible nsfw implications }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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(insp.)

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hannibal: *forces an ear down wills throat, gets him incarcerated for crimes he didnt commit, rams a knife through his belly, tries to saw his head open with a chainsaw to eat his brain*

will: *rejects him*

hannibal: 

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slaughtcrhouse‌:

   “It’s a family thing, Dr. Lecter,” Mason is serious all of a sudden, brow furrowed, leaning forward in his chair. “My love for her may not be perfect, but it is undoubtedly real.” 

   The Vergers are no ordinary family, they shouldn’t be treated like one – the level of dysfunction is manifested through their utter incapability of adapting to socially acceptable borders of the norm. And in his own way, he cares about Margot the most. Control, too, can be a derivation of love, like a cautious shepherd stops his sheep from wandering off, so that they aren’t eaten by wolves. 

   “I only hurt her because I want her to acknowledge her mistakes,” Mason shrugs indifferently. Isn’t this what god does? Purification through suffering. He wants her to stop wandering off. He wants her to come home to her brother’s loving embrace. Because Margot, no matter how many ideas she might get, doesn’t know what she really wants. She never did. 

   “I just want us to be a family again, doc,” he blurts out with an unexpected, if slightly theatrical, exasperation. “Witnout papa, we don’t have anyone else.”

“A family thing,” he echoed, his thin lips curling into a disbelieving smile, so close to mimicking genuine amusement. “I’m afraid you are without the capacity to feel real love, perfect or not.” He was going to flay Mason Verger like a deer and tack him to his wall. “We both know you aren’t here out of a desire for psychological treatment, no matter how badly you are in need of it. A man like you would no more dull his psychopathic advantage than a lion would dull its claws. But for the purpose of clarity I would like to state my professional opinion on the state of your psyche.”

Dr. Lecter leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands.

“You are a psychopath, Mason. A sadist and a narcissist. You have never experienced a moment of anxiety in your life. But regret... you’ve felt regret. And when Margot one day secures the upper hand after a lifetime of cruelty, you will feel it then.”

“Now, from now on in our conversations we can operate under the knowledge that we are both fully aware of who you are. Tell me more about your desire to be a family again. What iteration would you like this theoretical family to take?”

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“Of course I have knowledge, that’s my job. Have you ever been hunting, Doctor Lecter? I treat this much like that. I walk into the room looking for signs of movement, tracks, and use that to extrapolate how the killer and the victim moved. I look at the patterns of blood, the actions that were taken on the body, and from there I gather a conclusion.”

“I’m not always right,” he continued, “but I’m not far off. I treat this a bit like running a simulation in my head. Of course, you could say I get into the character of the killer. I step into their shoes, but I can do that with everyone and it certainly does not repress my true self. Would you ask the same questions of an actor playing a villain?”

He understood that he was being tested. Hannibal was poking and prodding at him until he got some kind of a response. Will would play along, so long as his boundaries weren’t tested too much. He had this bad habit of snapping at people when he felt threatened, like a cornered dog. While he was sure Hannibal would latch onto such a reaction and use it to further his therapy, he’d really just prefer avoiding the situation altogether.

Will took a deep breathe to compose himself, and then spoke. “A conversation certainly sounds… acceptable. Don’t try to pick me apart too much and I’ll provide you with solid entertainment for an hour.” He smiled, the muscles on his face stiff despite the intended emotion of the gesture.

He never felt safe in the presence of a therapist or similar professional, but he was slowly trying to teach himself that Hannibal–while trying to his patience–was not a threat. 

Certainly, Hannibal would never harm him.

Lecter looked into Will Graham’s rictus smile and allowed the pleasure of success to wash over him. He smiled. “An hour of entertainment I would greatly appreciate, Will. While I do not regret shifting my career to the study of the human psyche, I have to admit that the thrill of surgery was far greater than most of the patients I admit into my practice.” 

Tilting his head with measured slowness, as much a considerate psychiatrist as a predator locking onto its prey, Hannibal spun his pen once again around his finger. 

“What about Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Will? He was a difficult one to catch, wasn’t he? I was there, after all. I saw you step into his mind. What you have... is remarkable. It is more than acting. You see things that no one else sees, not even me. When you stepped into Garret Jacob Hobbs, what did you see? Help me know him.”

Will smelled like a sleepless night made still by whiskey. He smelled like dogs and affection. He smelled lonely, and restless, and Hannibal wondered how his own scent might match in that regard.