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[grahamswounds]

Do you know what ghosts are? They’re sad, evicted things.

Memories without homes.

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When Will had felt a jolt of pain rush through his arm, it had already been too late. His body spasmed, and the last thing his weary eyes saw were the angular features of his abductor. Then, everything went black.

He was woken by the sound of water dripping against stone. It echoed in the vastness, and a droplet fell on his cheek. Will blinked once, then a second time to clear his vision. He wondered quietly to himself if he had been blinded, or if the darkness was so consuming that his eyes still seemed to be closed. 

When he went to sit up, chains quietly jangled in the wake of his movement. Will cursed under his breath, shuddering as cold air hit bare skin. His vision slowly beginning to adjust to the lack of light, but what he saw bought him no solace. 

Will was barely coherent as a warm slur of words pulled him from his daze. His unplanned evening strolls were becoming more and more troublesome as time went on, leaving him further and further away from his humble home along the back roads of Wolf Trap.  A shadowed figure stood before him, looming over him and trapping him in the overwhelming brightness of headlights.  He felt like a spooked deer, trapped on the business end of a Bentley frozen in place.

He hugged himself, the late fall chill nipping at his skin. It took a moment before he could speak. 

“Would be better than hoofing it back on my own,” he admitted, taking a cautious step forward. “If you’re obliged to offer, I’d take something to warm up.”

He was no child - he knew better than to take the kindness of strangers at face value. But he had few other options that would end in his bed with his dogs.

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Will was barely coherent as a warm slur of words pulled him from his daze. His unplanned evening strolls were becoming more and more troublesome as time went on, leaving him further and further away from his humble home along the back roads of Wolf Trap.  A shadowed figure stood before him, looming over him and trapping him in the overwhelming brightness of headlights.  He felt like a spooked deer, trapped on the business end of a Bentley frozen in place.

He hugged himself, the late fall chill nipping at his skin. It took a moment before he could speak. 

“Would be better than hoofing it back on my own,” he admitted, taking a cautious step forward. “If you’re obliged to offer, I’d take something to warm up.”

He was no child - he knew better than to take the kindness of strangers at face value. But he had few other options that would end in his bed with his dogs.

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Engine purring as his high beams revealed the world in front of him, it was not quite winter yet, but the first few specks of snow had begun to fall. It had been a good night, a kill and his ingredients for the next meal safely tucked away in a cooler in his trunk. The body displayed for one of the ripper killings, looking forward to the news that would follow over the next few days and the fear the public would have for about a week, or until another two bodies showed. Then they would rest for a while knowing that he would not strike again. It is however where they were wrong, there was always a man or woman who went missing. Ones that people did not really follow up on. The ones he brought home with him. 

It was by chance that he found the man on the road then, barefoot and only in a t-shirt and underwear. He put his hand up at the light while Hannibal approached in the car, slowing down until he stopped and got out. The man was lean, scruffy but he did not look like an addict. His arms were clean, he approached. Tilting his head as he took in all the features and looked for signs that would not make him suitable to consume, it looked promising. 

“Can I offer you a lift? It’s too cold to be wondering on the road, even more so in that attire.”

There was no intentions of letting the man reach his destination, nor leaving his car by his own free will again. However, he was curious. That and killing the man here and now would be time consuming, he wanted to simply getting him in the car and then get him back to his cellar before he locked him up and then had a rest for himself. He had a long day ahead of him yet.

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Eight Horrific Couple AUs

1; Our muses find themselves stuck in a small country town far, far away from civilization and soon realize that the too-friendly townsfolk are hiding a dark secret. In order to keep their ‘Harvest god’ pleased, they must sacrifice someone in the fields on Halloween… and they choose your muse to be the offering. 2; My muse decided to take your muse on a vacation at a nice bed and breakfast in the countryside, only to soon find out that it’s supposedly one of the most haunted places in the area. Disregarding the warnings, our muses decide to stay there nevertheless, and things go fine. That is, until the other boarders start to go missing one by one. 3; In the wake of a zombie apocalypse, our muses find themselves the only unturned in the entire city. They do their best to fight against the hoards of undead, but when your muse is bitten, the two of them must either find help or my muse has to face having to kill your muse out of mercy. The next town is hours away, and time is running out. 4; There’s a house at the end of the road that no one ever goes into, and it’s been abandoned for years. Our muses get drunk and decide explore it, even though they’ve been warned many times that the place is haunted. Once they get inside, they find themselves unable to leave. The ghosts that lurk in the house are malevolent and eager to kill them. They’ve got to fight to find a way out. 5; My muse finds a masquerade mask in the basement just in time for the big ballroom-themed party that your muse is throwing. Our muses find themselves falling for each other during the party, and my muse stays the night. But when the mask won’t come off in the morning, it’s clear something’s gone wrong. The mask is slowly turning my muse into a serial murderer, and it’s up to your muse to cover their tracks. 6; My muse is a famous serial killer who has been caught and sent to prison. Your muse writes my muse letters nearly every day, and is madly in love with my muse. My muse enlists the help of your muse to break them out of prison, and your muse happily complies. Now they’re both on the run, and my muse just can’t seem to stop killing people along the way! 7; Our muses accidentally killed one of their friends in a prank gone awry, and now it’s up to them to hide the body. The only trouble is, they weren’t the only ones there, and someone saw the whole thing. In order to keep their lives out of ruin, our muses have to find out some way to get away with the murder, even if that means killing the witness. 8; After a run-in with a pothole, our muses find themselves out in the middle of nowhere with a flat tire and no spare. It’s the middle of the night and it’s already creepy outside, but they soon realize they’re being watched. When some backwoods psychopaths come after our muses with chainsaws and shotguns, it’s up to them to survive and find help before it’s too late.

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if karma doesn’t hit you, I gladly will.

Chattiest (via sorxlla)

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NBC Hannibal Sentence Meme

Tell me your design. Tell me who you are.

I feel like I’m fading.

I have no taste for animal cruelty. That’s why I employ an ethical butcher.

I’ve given my life to death.

Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

You have intelligence, gut, a good eye. So how is it you that you wind up where you ended up?

Neither of us are really free.

If there’s problem, you need to tell me. Is there a problem?

Nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appetit.

Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world.

So, how was my funeral?

You’re alone because you’re unique.

You tried to kill me. It’s hard not to take that personally.

Would it feel good to kill me now?

You’re not my friend. The light from friendship won’t reach us for a million years. That’s how far away from friendship we are.

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If that’s how you feel, I’d suggest you save money on the ring. 

Though I wouldn’t mind eloping.

Hannibal, Will & Jack

Fuck: Hannibal because from what I hear he’s wonderful in bed. 

Marry: Will because I’d like to wake up every morning to that sleepy little fisherman. 

Kiss: Jack and only on the cheek. It would be a terribly awkward exchange even still. 

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Send me "What happened?!" to find out what state your muse found mine in.

Use a Random Number Generator to find out!

Bruised and beaten up

Passed out somewhere

Extremely happy about something

In the ER

Suddenly only 5 inches tall

Running away from someone or something

Bouncing off the walls hyperactive

In their underwear on your muse’s doorstep

Bought way too much stuff at a store

Completely lost

Very late to a meeting

Extremely frustrated with a pair of chopsticks

Showing up after disappearing for a week

With a stray or injured animal

Mun’s choice!

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Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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Will rose to his full height, glancing along the length of Frederick’s body. This would be a difficult scene to pull himself from once it began, the overlying dynamic of abductor and victim drawing him back to the dark places he used to walk into on his own. But, Frederick had assured him that this would bring them closer. 

They had already agreed on a safeword - It was time to begin. 

Will’s hand slipped up to trace along the top of the fireplace, brushing against a riding crop before he laced his fingers around the handle. “Are you ready?” 

“Do you have to hogtie me?” (imnotaturnkey)

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

“Do you have a preference?” He asked, calloused hands pulling knots tighter with casual familiarity. “You seem as though you’d have prior experience in this department.”

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“Collaboration requires suggestion, Frederick,” Will hummed, fingers tracing along smooth rope. “And we both know I did very little suggesting.”

His hands trailed downward, palm pressed flat against the small of Frederick’s back. Will could feel the slow rise and fall of controlled breathing - his partner was still relaxed and comfortable.  

“Are you comfortable? The ropes will bruise if I’ve knotted them too tight.”

“Do you have to hogtie me?” (imnotaturnkey)

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

“Do you have a preference?” He asked, calloused hands pulling knots tighter with casual familiarity. “You seem as though you’d have prior experience in this department.”

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Will scoffed, walking around front and kneeling to look at Frederick's face. He quirked a brow and took the man's chin in his hand, tilting his head upward. "Are you positive my cleaning habits are what you should be thinking about?" He asked with a hum, "This was your idea, after all."

“Do you have to hogtie me?” (imnotaturnkey)

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

“Do you have a preference?” He asked, calloused hands pulling knots tighter with casual familiarity. “You seem as though you’d have prior experience in this department.”

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[my computer recently decided to shit out on me, if I don't trim or tag posts I apologize for the inconvenience.]

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“Do you have to hogtie me?” (imnotaturnkey)

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very... Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache."Do you have a preference?" He asked, calloused hands pulling knots tighter with casual familiarity. "You seem as though you'd have prior experience in this department."

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Kidnapped starters

Kidnapper:

“I’m going to tie you up!”

“Stop struggling!”

“Stop screaming!”

“Get in the car!”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Should I gag you or blindfold you first?”

“Open your mouth.”

“How does this feel?”

“You’re coming with me.”

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you go.”

“Why haven’t they paid the ransom yet?”

“Would you rather handcuffs or rope?”

“How are you liking the cage?”

“I may have to kill you.”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“They’ll never catch me while I have a hostage.”

“Talk, or I’ll have to make you.”

“Hogtied on the floor is a good look for you.”

“Stop crying, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Victim:

“Please, don’t tie me up!”

“Let me go!”

“Mppff!”

“Stop pushing me!”

“Untie me!”

“Please, let me see!”

“Please, don’t gag me!”

“Stop doing that!”

“What’s the gun for?”

“I’ll never tell you anything.”

“They paid the ransom, now let me go!”

“Could you loosen my handcuffs?”

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Stop hurting me!”

“Could you get me something to drink?”

“That hurts!”

“The ropes are hurting me.”

“Do you have to hogtie me?”

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“… Time is luck.

                                     She knew the value of their days. She could hold a moment by its stem.

                    She had taught him to relish. ”

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