#lecterrp

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Hello, Dr. Lecter! Lovely to meet you! I'm an associate of Dr.Sutcliffe. Pray tell- are you aware that a mutual aquintance, namely one Frederick Chilton, is claiming to be co-writing a book with you on social exclusion? Something about Will Graham if I recall?

"Hello... It's nice to meet you as well, although I would like to extend my apologies for the recent... loss of your colleague if I may," Hannibal said smoothly, composure unruffled until they continued to speak. His brows furrowed slightly, a soft hum of consideration filling the air for a moment before he fixed his expression. "... I was not aware of this, no. The two of us are not in fact writing a book, I'd like to make that clear. While that does sound like a titillating book topic, I have and will never want a part in such a thing with someone such as himself at the helm."

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

"I do wonder what he has to worry about. Grim little thing isn't he."

his forehead is wrinkly from worrying too much

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

!𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉!

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▻ I'm 44 years old. ▻ I own two cats, both Sphinx cats, Angelou and Dame. ▻ A Professional Psychiatrist, if you'd like, you may make an appointment with me. ▻ Not romantically involved at the moment, courting is allowed. ▻ Pansexual and Panromantic. ▻ I prefer he/him in regards to myself. ◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭ [𝔐𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬/ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔟𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴] ◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮◮

[Alt accounts:] @wannabepsychiatrist [Chilton sideblog :3 Go beat him up please <3] @mongooseundertheporch [Will Graham account, that's where follows will come from and where more info on the mod will be] [ALERT!] [You are welcome/allowed/even encouraged to flirt/proposition/be mean/ect. to Hannibal. He's bbg and I enjoy romance and such. Obv, don't do that anyone I rp with unless you've gotten permission from them. Otherwise I will block you and I won't interact anymore.] - Mod is an adult - Mod uses it/its, no they/themming me please - No DNI, I'll cater my own experience - This is a RP and a fic writing account - Pinned will be edited a lot, so look out for any changes/new rules - Minors allowed outside of NSFW area - Asks will be treated as suggestions to plot, so we'll respond to them, and they can have an impact if we want, but won't otherwise. - Open to any characters from the show or otherwise, whether crossover or OC - Long-term and short-term roleplay very welcome, DMs and asks are open - Still looking for a Will Graham long term. No longer looking for one, but other Will's are allowed to interact if they'd like. ◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭◭ - lecterasks -> asks - lecterasks18+ -> 18+ asks, no minors - lecterrp -> RP - lecterrp18+ -> 18+ RP, no minors - lecterreblogs -> reblogs - modposts -> posts from Roach [mod]

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[collecterofchurchcollapses]

"I would never put something to processed into my body, no."

Saw this photo, and me being me, decided go see if I could make out what these sauces were.

And now I am convinced that Hannibal eats Nutella, because you can not tell me that on the top shelf that isn't a jar of Nutella with the label taken off.

And yes Hannibal is likes to know what goes into his body and what not, but i'm going to guess that he likes to indulge a little now and then, seen as how it is almost full.

I honestly don't care what it actually is, it's Nutella now.

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

"Deposed in court. The adventure is yours and mine today," Hannibal answered with ease, eyes flickering over him momentarily before they slid behind him and observed his room. "May I come in?" He repeated, a bit more firm, but not unfriendly.

There was a firm, but polite knock upon Will's door, the motel he was housed in for the moment lightweight in all ways and so unneeded of anything harsher. Hannibal waited until the door opened, revealing a bleary Will, and he offered a slight, genuine smile. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He held a medium sized bag, full of their breakfast for today and various other things, looking as prim and proper as always. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses ]

He looks at Hannibal for a moment, wondering why he’s here so early. Jack had said Will was needed in an hour or two, not now. He wasn’t even dressed yet, still in his sleep shirt and underwear from having just woken up. He starts to look around, asking a simple “where’s Crawford?” Before finally looking back at Hannibal for an answer.

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Hannibal wrapped a hand loosely around his upper arm as a precaution, going his pace as he got him to his Bentley, sleek but likely intimidating to the poor thing. He opened the passenger door for him, gesturing inside with a soft, "After you-"

as you’re leaving your office for the day you see a guy with long black hair hyperventilating on the outside of your office, his hair is covering most of his form, he looks ratty and disheveled. from what you can see he’s in a t-shirt and shorts, which is not fit for the dropping temperatures of baltimore. “what do i do…” he murmurs to himself through.. either shakes breaths or soft sobs.

It was fairly late, around 8 or so, the last appointment finished an hour ago. He'd been finishing up paperwork and sketching before deciding to head home, suitcase in hand and bundled up. Usually nothing stopped him at this time, the occasional patient was the most he got, but tonight he heard shaky breathing and soft sobs, a younger man curled in on himself. Hannibal paused, looking him over before taking interest and padding closer, a safe distance away but still near. "Hello? May I help you?"

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Hannibal was patient, pausing at the snarling and showing him the cloth, murmuring, "I'm just going to clean what I can of your face so that way you're more comfortable, I'm not trying to hurt you." Not technically incorrect, but not the whole truth either. He wanted to know his boundaries, wanted to know where he could press, prod, poke. Metaphorically of course. "Come then, my car's nearby, I shall take you to my home," He said, folding the handkerchief and tucking it back into his pocket, picking his suitcase back up with a fluid motion.

as you’re leaving your office for the day you see a guy with long black hair hyperventilating on the outside of your office, his hair is covering most of his form, he looks ratty and disheveled. from what you can see he’s in a t-shirt and shorts, which is not fit for the dropping temperatures of baltimore. “what do i do…” he murmurs to himself through.. either shakes breaths or soft sobs.

It was fairly late, around 8 or so, the last appointment finished an hour ago. He'd been finishing up paperwork and sketching before deciding to head home, suitcase in hand and bundled up. Usually nothing stopped him at this time, the occasional patient was the most he got, but tonight he heard shaky breathing and soft sobs, a younger man curled in on himself. Hannibal paused, looking him over before taking interest and padding closer, a safe distance away but still near. "Hello? May I help you?"

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Now he was even more curious. "No, likely not. Who are you talking about how however?" Hannibal spoke softly, soothingly, relaxing his posture and easing his presence in a subtle way to try and get the younger man to workable and less tense. "I'm Hannibal Lecter, I work as a psychiatrist in the building behind us. I'm not here to hurt you, just wondering if you require assistance or not."

as you’re leaving your office for the day you see a guy with long black hair hyperventilating on the outside of your office, his hair is covering most of his form, he looks ratty and disheveled. from what you can see he’s in a t-shirt and shorts, which is not fit for the dropping temperatures of baltimore. “what do i do…” he murmurs to himself through.. either shakes breaths or soft sobs.

It was fairly late, around 8 or so, the last appointment finished an hour ago. He'd been finishing up paperwork and sketching before deciding to head home, suitcase in hand and bundled up. Usually nothing stopped him at this time, the occasional patient was the most he got, but tonight he heard shaky breathing and soft sobs, a younger man curled in on himself. Hannibal paused, looking him over before taking interest and padding closer, a safe distance away but still near. "Hello? May I help you?"

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

He heard, despite his whisper, letting him have it however and instead pulling out a fine handkerchief for him to wipe his face with. "Well, if you'd like, I can keep them from you and provide somewhere for you to figure out what to do next." Hannibal normally wasn't the sort to do this kind of thing, more the type to give a polite inquiry and instructions to the nearest police station because everyday affairs bored him, but he was..... very intrigued to say the least. What was with the muzzle, the salty air that followed him, the feeling of coarseness when their skin brushed, the scent of an animal larger than him and as capable as he was? Things to find out soon. It'd be interesting at least.

as you’re leaving your office for the day you see a guy with long black hair hyperventilating on the outside of your office, his hair is covering most of his form, he looks ratty and disheveled. from what you can see he’s in a t-shirt and shorts, which is not fit for the dropping temperatures of baltimore. “what do i do…” he murmurs to himself through.. either shakes breaths or soft sobs.

It was fairly late, around 8 or so, the last appointment finished an hour ago. He'd been finishing up paperwork and sketching before deciding to head home, suitcase in hand and bundled up. Usually nothing stopped him at this time, the occasional patient was the most he got, but tonight he heard shaky breathing and soft sobs, a younger man curled in on himself. Hannibal paused, looking him over before taking interest and padding closer, a safe distance away but still near. "Hello? May I help you?"

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

"You will," Hannibal said after a moment, letting another, longer one pass to eat some of his scramble before switching topics and saying instead, "Agent Crawford tells me you have a knack for the monsters."

There was a firm, but polite knock upon Will's door, the motel he was housed in for the moment lightweight in all ways and so unneeded of anything harsher. Hannibal waited until the door opened, revealing a bleary Will, and he offered a slight, genuine smile. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He held a medium sized bag, full of their breakfast for today and various other things, looking as prim and proper as always. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses ]

He looks at Hannibal for a moment, wondering why he’s here so early. Jack had said Will was needed in an hour or two, not now. He wasn’t even dressed yet, still in his sleep shirt and underwear from having just woken up. He starts to look around, asking a simple “where’s Crawford?” Before finally looking back at Hannibal for an answer.

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Hannibal looked at him for a moment before saying, "Or, we could socialize like adults. God forbid we become friendly." He took a bite of his own breakfast, internally amused by the rudeness.

There was a firm, but polite knock upon Will's door, the motel he was housed in for the moment lightweight in all ways and so unneeded of anything harsher. Hannibal waited until the door opened, revealing a bleary Will, and he offered a slight, genuine smile. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He held a medium sized bag, full of their breakfast for today and various other things, looking as prim and proper as always. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses ]

He looks at Hannibal for a moment, wondering why he’s here so early. Jack had said Will was needed in an hour or two, not now. He wasn’t even dressed yet, still in his sleep shirt and underwear from having just woken up. He starts to look around, asking a simple “where’s Crawford?” Before finally looking back at Hannibal for an answer.

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

Hannibal looked him over once more before nodding, padding forwards and grabbing him under the arms, gentle but firm as he resettled Casey on his feet, letting go when he was sure he could stand. "Where do you live? And what is your name?" He was intrigued enough to help, and with how dull his day had been, this was a nice new change. Probably not for Casey, but certainly for Hannibal.

as you’re leaving your office for the day you see a guy with long black hair hyperventilating on the outside of your office, his hair is covering most of his form, he looks ratty and disheveled. from what you can see he’s in a t-shirt and shorts, which is not fit for the dropping temperatures of baltimore. “what do i do…” he murmurs to himself through.. either shakes breaths or soft sobs.

It was fairly late, around 8 or so, the last appointment finished an hour ago. He'd been finishing up paperwork and sketching before deciding to head home, suitcase in hand and bundled up. Usually nothing stopped him at this time, the occasional patient was the most he got, but tonight he heard shaky breathing and soft sobs, a younger man curled in on himself. Hannibal paused, looking him over before taking interest and padding closer, a safe distance away but still near. "Hello? May I help you?"

[collecterofchurchcollapses]

"My pleasure." He nods, a slight smile twisting onto his mouth as he got out his own fork and set the bag down onto the floor. "I would apologize for my analytical ambush, but I know I will soon be apologizing again and you will tire of that eventually, so I have to consider using apologies sparingly."

There was a firm, but polite knock upon Will's door, the motel he was housed in for the moment lightweight in all ways and so unneeded of anything harsher. Hannibal waited until the door opened, revealing a bleary Will, and he offered a slight, genuine smile. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He held a medium sized bag, full of their breakfast for today and various other things, looking as prim and proper as always. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses ]

He looks at Hannibal for a moment, wondering why he’s here so early. Jack had said Will was needed in an hour or two, not now. He wasn’t even dressed yet, still in his sleep shirt and underwear from having just woken up. He starts to look around, asking a simple “where’s Crawford?” Before finally looking back at Hannibal for an answer.