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Well it’s cold, cold, cold, cold inside Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside Doctor can you help me cause something don’t feel right

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I haven’t seen a Hannibal disco server yet so I decided to make one! If you’re interested in a fun place to chat and rp in the Hannibal universe join! This RPG server is a mixed canon setting including the show, books and films. Hannibal OCs or OCs with specific Hannibal verses are welcome. We won’t be accepting OC siblings or children of canons at this time as it would conflict with too many people’s canons. Multiples and AU versions of muses are allowed. Muns must be aged 16+. You DO NOT have to have a blog to write a muse so if you’re not in the Hannibal rpc this is a good chance to test out a muse! JOIN HERE.  Feel free to share.

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personsuited:

“A miscalculation, on my part,” Hannibal’s voice is quiet, almost hushed as a couple wanders by them–holding hands, their movements anticipating one another. They radiate familiarity, closeness, everything he had once wanted with Will; everything he had once thought they could have.

It was within their reach the night they had spent in his office, burning years of Hannibal’s life page by page. He had razed it all to the ground for Will, and was repaid with betrayal. 

Co-orchestrated by Freddie Lounds, no less. 

“I had hoped to bring you to this spot one day,” he says after a moment, somewhat wistful. Of course, it had looked much different in his mind’s eye–there was no blood, no regret–and Abigail was with them. 

Hannibal doesn’t mention this. Abigail is the ever-present specter hanging over their heads; the simple invocation of her name threatens to tear apart the uneasy peace between them. He is not yet ready to relinquish this moment to the harsh light of reality. 

“Why did you come looking for me, Will?” 

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        Peace. Closure. Answers.

        Two of which still seem so far out of his reach, the last being--- well, he thinks he may leave the Uffizi, leave Florence, with more questions than he did upon entering. Will runs his tongue along his palate, forces himself to keep his focus on Hannibal even as the pair strolls by, barely giving the two men a second glance. Too wrapped up in the art around them. Too wrapped up in each other.

        That is... the kind of thing Will wondered if he would ever be able to have. To love, and be loved in return. And that is something he had--- has, even. In the most unconventional way he can think of. Love has many meanings, many different forms, and what he feels is something he’s still struggling to come to terms with. Looking in the face of the man he... betrayed, who gutted him, who gave him back a life ( a child, a daughter ) only to take it away again. It isn’t easy. Being next to Hannibal makes his emotions towards him harder to understand, but somehow even clearer.

        “You did bring me here,” he says with a weak laugh. “Indirectly.”

        He curls his hands into fists.

        “I can’t shake you,” he manages to say after some silence. “And, everything you do--- everything you’ve done."

        Maybe they were meant for one another in some odd, twisted way. It makes Will want to laugh again, weak and bitter, but he refrains.

        “You knew I would come looking. You knew where I would look. And I knew you knew. And I wanted to understand you before I saw you again.” And I needed it to be clear what I was seeing.

        He looks back at the Primavera. 

        “Strange, you not being there, with my head continuing to show you in places you shouldn’t be.”

        Will breathes in, slow and deep, wincing as the ache in his bruises flares up. At least, he thinks wryly, it doesn’t hurt as much when he was gutted.

        But being next to Hannibal once more makes him feel like he’s being gutted all over again.

        “Did you think I’d be able to find you?”

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ur gay

takes one to know one

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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes  part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 ) 

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ” “ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ” “ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ” “ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ” “ fear is the absence of understanding. ” “ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ” “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ” “ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ” “ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ” “ the body is rot waiting to happen. ” “ you will never have loved for nothing. ” “ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ” “ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ” “ we don’t know where you came from. ” “ we need you to go back. ” “ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ” “ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ” “ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ” “ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ” “ if only you weren’t less human for it. ” “ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ” “ die due to carelessness. ” “ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ” “ you are dazzling and terrifying. ” “ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ” “ pick a place and die there. ” “ i know you mean well. ” “ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” “ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ” “ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ” “ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ” “ i worry. ” “ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ” “ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ” “ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ” “ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ” “ make room for small, fragile things. ” “ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ” “ stranger things have happened. ” “ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ” “ let none be the noose. ” “ take what you can and run. ” “ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ” “ understanding builds bridges. ” “ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” “ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ��� “ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ” “ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ” “ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ” “ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” “ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” “ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ” “ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ” “ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ” “ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” “ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ” “ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ” “ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ” “ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ” “ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ” “ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ” “ even spectres can tire. ” “ it pays to kill with kindness. ” “ you’re your own worst enemy. ” “ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ” “ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ” “ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ” “ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

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RULES : Answer the twenty questions and then tag twenty people you want to get to know better!

NAME : zacharie.

ZODIAC SIGN : aries.

HEIGHT : 5′6″

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english.

NATIONALITY : american.

FAVOURITE FRUIT : strawberries.

FAVOURITE SCENT : burning wood.

FAVOURITE COLOUR : blue.

FAVOURITE ANIMAL : foxes and deer.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE : coffee + hot chocolate.

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S) : will graham (hannibal), yuuri katsuki (y!!!oi), mob (mp100), spike spiegel (cowboy bebop), ganondorf (zelda), cole (dragon age), garrett hawke (dragon age), i have so many more pleas,e help

DREAM TRIP : i really wanna visit ireland again, and also travel across italy

WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG CREATED : uh...............june...2018... last month

LAST MOVIE SEEN : last movie i watched was thor: ragnarok lmao

SONGS YOU’VE HAD ON REPEAT : - SONG ONE: ‘fire flies’ by gorillaz. - SONG TWO: ‘he is’ by ghost - SONG THREE: ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears. - SONG FOUR: ‘crack my heart’ by tonight alive. - SONG FIVE: ‘the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us’ by sufjan stevens.

FAVOURITE CANDY : starbursts... and chocolate.

FAVOURITE HOLIDAY : FREE CANDY DAY also christmas.

TAGGED BY: stole it from @templion! TAGGING: uhhh EVERYONE just say i tagged you.

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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via seabois)

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this is from like… last week... but here’s me... ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

deathless sentence meme. accepting. @personsuited.

        There’s hardly any space between them.

       He feels cornered, backed up against the wall with Hannibal standing before him. The difference in their height seems much greater then, and Hannibal is always so imposing---everything about him.

       And he’s close, too close, not close enough. Will can barely breathe.

       A hand closes around his, the touch surprisingly tender that it practically steals the remaining breath out of him. Fingers twitch, hands tremble, he inhales sharply when there’s breath ghosting across his knuckles, lips not yet touching; teasing.

       Then those words are murmured against the skin of his wrist. Teeth lightly drag over his pulse point, like Hannibal is thinking of sinking them in, drawing blood, because Will thinks he must have fantasized about it before. Feeding on him.

       The hand in Hannibal’s slowly, carefully smooths out over his cheek, thumb running over the angle of his cheekbone. Will lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding until now and his head drops forward against Hannibal’s shoulder.

       His other hand curls into the material of Hannibal’s jacket. Will’s eyes screw shut. It’s strange, feeling like he was the only one who could tame the untameable. To bring the beast to its knees.

       "This is weakness?”

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

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Will Graham stroking inanimate objects (and himself).

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“ how did we live through it and how are we still living? ”

poetry starters. accepting. @shcsallrightnow.

        He wishes she wouldn’t look at him like that.

       There is no wariness, no apprehension anymore; she doesn’t view him as a threat, as just the man who shot her father dead. It was easier when she didn’t trust him, because he has already grown too fond, too close, and it only makes it all the more dangerous. And in that moment, he feels a the sudden urge to protect.

       Will doesn’t meet her eyes. There’s a flash of pain in his gut, like an old wound is being torn open. Inwardly, he grimaces.

       “I haven’t found the answer to that yet,” he says, low and weak, his jaw setting and his molars grinding. The smile on his face is tiny, devoid of joy and humor. “When I do, I’ll let you know.”

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maniacollision:

“obviously.” the words are accompanied by a dramatic roll of the eyes. he doesn’t need to validate it – he has an empire, a reputation to prove his point for him, but he’d happily give a demonstration if the other needs it, though moriarty can’t guarantee it would be… harmless. there’s no fun in that. a tilt of his head, and he notes the other won’t meet his eyes, humming in amusement. to discuss control or lack thereof, and not even hold attention. it’s a weak point, and diminishes what is, elsewise, an interesting conversation. 

“are you claiming to be without arrogance?”

        “I like to call it self-awareness,” he responds dryly. Maybe there is part of him that’s arrogant, too sure of himself and his abilities ( enough that he let himself be pushed to a breaking point with no complaint, so sure he could keep going ), but he doesn’t like to call it that. And he’s too self-aware for his own good, constantly trapped in his own head, overthinking every single thing and analyzing it because that’s just how his brain works. He knows of his own talents, he knows how of use they are to others, he knows he can and did save people with them when no one else could. No one else can do what he does.

        “Makes me feel a little bit better about what I’m doing.”

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All he had was the words, “I’m sorry I met you darling, I’m sorry I’ve left you”

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👫 big thinking emojis

relationship headcanons / accepting.

maker he’s so serious when is he going to stop acting like the weight of the world is on his shoulders? … better try to make him laugh

even though he tries to keep his distance from lileigh she sort of subtly prods at him to open up, even if she’s not always successful

it probably (read: definitely) has to do with the fact that they’re both from circles and she’s Soft for people that’s been raised in those hell conditions

“these are nice, what are they?” “halla” “ah, right halla. they like you? is that… is that an elf thing? oh maker, was that insensitive of me?” / @stagrot