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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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       BELIEVE ME, YOU DON’T WANT HANNIBAL LECTER INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

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Statua di Ercole e li Centauro Nesso (by Massimo Cuomo)

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hannibal @ all battered/abused/wayward young people: my child

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it’s three am and he’s already awake, working on fixing up a new bug taxidermy display for his study. the sound of the doorbell ringing isn’t a surprise and dr. lecter opens it, clad in silk pajamas and smelling of cigar smoke. this is the third time this month--he keeps count silently, though he welcomes graham into his home regardless.

    ‘--of course. i was already awake.’ he ushers him inside, shuts the door to the cold draft behind him. he pulls on his robe a little tighter. ‘you know i’m a night owl. i have leftovers from dinner earlier, if you’d like.’

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“Sorry about the time, Dr. Lecter. You know I hate intruding this late.”

He’ll be sleeping on the couch when he does find his way home—a reason, as sure as any, for him to put off the inevitable return as long as feels practical. He always finds his way to Lecter’s door when he and Molly fight, it seems. Better to spend a few hours talking about work over better wine than he can afford.

Graham rubs his eyes, aware Lecter knows him far to well to make hiding his fatigue worthwhile. The apology is more or less a formality, too. Lecter hasn’t turned him away yet.

“Can I come in?”

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    the state of arkham asylum is worrying. though ethical by no means (the mediocre violinist’s tongue on his dinner table last night would wholeheartedly agree), dr. lecter finds no productive value in treating his patients like animals. unless they act like animals on their own accord, but as far as he can see, the patients at arkham don’t. 

    harleen quinzel’s still black and blue when he sees her, foot wrapped and elevated. they’re in the examination room and she’s handcuffed--probably for the better, though it makes his nose wrinkle a little in distaste. the chair by her bed squeaks a little under his weight and it’s cold, but he ignores it, simply flashing a smile harleen’s way. it’s not haphazard, but it doesn’t quite reach the eyes. who would smile in arkham asylum? 

           ‘ -- dr. quinzel,’ he addresses her formally, wonders if that’ll have some affect on her. ‘did they tell you i’d be coming? i’m dr. hannibal lecter,’ he takes out his credentials, flashing them to her so she can read. professional. ‘i’ll be treating you from now on.’

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The first time Hannibal and Clarice share a bed together Hannibal is calmly ecstatic. She pulls away from his sudden touch, unsure and nervous, he’s patient and let’s her come to him. They lie together and he deeply presses his nose into her hair. He nuzzles her softly and wraps his arms loosely just under her breasts, and is thrilled when she entangles her arms with his.

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okay so, i’ll be revamping this blog. i’m going to be dropping pretty much all threads to get a fresh start, as well as fixing up my tags and pages. if you’d like to interact/plot out a relationship prior to our interaction, give this post a like and i’ll come to you. 

thanks for your patience! xoxox

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strlng replied to your post:book hannibal: sensitive cannibal, doesn’t eat...

u forgot to put that book hannibal is a first class fuckboy

“speak to your little fuck boy” - vladis grutas referring to hannibal lecter

so i meaN

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book hannibal: sensitive cannibal, doesn’t eat women, loves chamber music and tea parties, questionably agender, also loves sending troll letters

show hannibal: HYPERMASCULINE, AGGRESSIVE, KILLS WOMEN JUST BECAUSE, IS A MAN, IS AN ALPHA MALE, HOW MANY TIMES MUST YOU BE REMINDED THAT HE IS A MAN

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hannibal: ha ha then what ;) great foreplay babe

notashumansare replied to your post:hannibal: i could make you very happy on…

clarice: if you fuck with me i’ll shoot you hanniba: haha then what ;)

clarice: then i’m gonna start shooting you once every time you say ‘haha and then what ;)’

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lowkey considering moving this blog (again! yes i know, i’m trash, leave me alone) to get myself sorted out. idek.