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[dr-abel-gideon]

@yourpoweranimal wrote:

Send me a ‘🎼’ to get a starter based on a holiday song.

Abel leaned back while he hummed. Still dressed in his hospital prison coveralls, handcuffs around his wrists, he appeared to be the center of calm when surrounded by staff and FBI agents as they mingled and attempted to figure out the procedure for Gideon to officially go into their custody. 

He absently started softly singing, “Then won't you tell me, you'll never more roam. Christmas and New Year's will find you home. There'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain. 'Cause I'll be happy, happy once again.” 

Upon catching sight of Dr. Bloom in the din, he straightened up slightly. “My Christmas is looking more up by the minute.”

[writinghannibal]

👀 + "Did you have fun messing with our minds, playing with my affections like they were a toy?"

Dear Dr. Bloom,

The circumstances of our relationship have certainly changed over time. We have moved from our initial beginnings where I was your mentor to where we are now -- with you serving as my jailer. 

My attorney would likely advise against my answering this question. However, I feel compelled to do so.

Yes. While I would hesitate to describe it as “fun”, indulging in my curiosity is something that I enjoy, regardless of the result. What happened to you, for example, was just as satisfying as actually catching you at the stairs would have been -- and perhaps more so. Your defenestration and remarkable recovery has allowed me to see a very different side of Dr. Alana Bloom and has given me the gift of anticipation.

A gift I hope that you enjoy, as well. The day will come, Alana, when I claim what is mine.

[intuitkiller]

@yourpoweranimal​ asked: “ //I was drawn by the allure of a book based character which is fairly unique amongst the fandom and I've been a bit afk recently so I can't comment in too much depth about why I stayed but what I've seen has been brilliant and I'm all for being that silent, background supporter. “          meme: what brought you, what made you stay? // status: always accepting

oh gosh you are kind! i’ve been the one slacking &&. afk bc i haven’t gotten a true chance to even look at your account (which i apologize for!) but thank you for even just following. if you ever wanna step out of that silent section, never hesitate to come talk to me about interaction of any kind owo

[replicantdeviancy]

                 @yourpoweranimal || > ˢᵘᵇʳᵒᵘᵗᶦᶰᵉ ᴵᶰᶦᵗᶦᵃᶫᶦᶻᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ  - ˾ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ  ̚   - ᴱˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉ

                  There was a moment of startled pause, one quiet & almost contemplative & Connor blinked no less than thrice in succession as Alana’s response settled into his sleep deprived brain. A small, surprised chuckle followed, childlike smile & a little goofy when worn on such a classically pretty visage as his. There was a genuineness to it, the way his amusement slowly smoothed into a more placid expression, one more composed, yet no less pleasantly warmed of his interest. Banished were the thoughts of apology, of making excuses for brain fog which had slowly accumulated over the last few sleepless nights. It was nobody’s fault but his own, he would say -  Connor had a habit of thinking too much. True, it was paramount towards the continued success when aiding the BSU in their endeavors, but the lack of proper rest or motivation to stop for food did dampen things at times.

                  The detective felt just a little better then, about the situation as a whole, not simply that singular instance. He was glad to have confided in Alana rather than bothering the others. Will had more than enough on his plate at any given moment & while he trusted Beverly, Jimmy & Zee, but he preferred not to trouble anyone unnecessarily. The psychiatrist happened to be in the right place at the right time; that was all, easy as that. This fact, however, didn’t negate the desire to press just a little. Perhaps he might take advantage of this opportunity & use it to gain further insight into Alana Bloom, a woman whom was regarded in high acclaim but rarely was the detective able to speak with. He thought he would like to get to know her a little better, if he were permitted.

                   ❝ Is ‘both’ an option? ❞   the younger replied, a hint of teasing to his warm demeanor, the dusky charm in his voice.   ❝ If you don’t mind, that is. I’m sorry if this sounds forward; I wanted to ask you for coffee or something some time but the opportunity never really presented itself until now. ❞   There was a hint of a boyish shyness which was displayed expertly as hazelnut gaze dipped & rose, demure & feigning towards the unsure.   ❝ You seemed like an interesting person, Dr. Bloom. I think I’d like to get to know you better. ❞   It was flirtatious, though not superficially. This wasn’t the type of flirtation a man his age would usually engage in, that which was physically motivated & shallow. Connor wasn’t looking for a hookup, but the sincerity was not lacking either, merely redirected. He was coaxing her with his boyish charm but he was observant the whole time, testing. He wanted her to discover his game, but apart from that Connor did seek earnest friendship of this intriguing colleague.

[rottingangelic]

source of power , transformation , work opportunity

[drdumaurier]

//For mun; I miss you and I miss how close we used to be. I know our drifting was mostly on me because I got caught up with so many other things but yeah, I miss that closeness.

tell me or Bedelia what you’ve wanted to tell us meme

I miss you, too. I’m not gonna lie, I’m also partly to blame because life got a bit (or totally) out of hand for a while and still sometimes is. But I still consider you a close friend so you can really come talk to me whenever you want <3 

[synallactic]

"Our own selves make us most unhappy and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?"

The Secret History Starters || Accepting || @yourpoweranimal

     Lose them? Who he is is fragile at best, an amalgamation of outside influences he’s always struggled to contend with remaining in some semblance of self. The thought of wanting to lose himself is foreign and it sits wrong at the back of his throat but the hollowness of that obstruction makes him so uneasy. She knows him the way Hannibal doesn’t because she wants to see the good in him. 

     Will would like to believe her.

     Unsettled to say the least its brought into question everything he’s done up until this point. Was delving into sadistic and fucked up minds so easy because he hated who he was? Did he want to live any other life besides his own? Did his skin make him that uncomfortable? His temple throbs and quietly, he brushes a hand over the back of his neck to put pressure on the muscles there.

     “I don’t think losing myself would help anyone, Alana I just-” He’d give anything to change the subject. Just let him change it. He knows what her interest in him is. Purely professional. She has an avid need to study him, pick him apart little by little. Up until now he’d been convinced she was his friend. She still was, wasn’t she?

     “The whole goal of what I do, the support system Crawford’s put into place,-” There’s as much venom dripping from his tongue as there is condescension in the way the man speaks to him. “is so that I don’t.” He exhales sharply and leans back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest and hyper aware she’ll read that too. Defensive. Posturing to close himself off. If he undoes the action now, she’ll read that too.

     “Do you?” There’s a subtle furrowing of his brow as he regards her, tries not to stare at the corners of her mouth, her long lashes as she blinks. Falling into that pit of her silken voice spells his disaster but its hard to concentrate when she’s around.

     “Want to, I mean. Lose yourself.” Is he making any sense? He can’t tell once the words have left his mouth. They’re a string of consciousness that evaporates the moment they’ve been thought and he’s not entirely certain he’s said anything out loud at all. What if he’s just been staring at her all this time?

     “I don’t blame you if you did or still do.”

[suryasunshine33]

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[dr-abel-gideon]

@yourpoweranimal wrote: x

Alana was feeling stressed and she stretched out her arms above her head, her chest jutting forward slightly as her back arched. She knew she should leave well enough alone but she was a workaholic for a variety of reasons. She let out a small mewling noise as she stretched and it was at that point that she became aware of Abel leaning almost across her to pick up one of the yellow lined pads. She froze for a moment as she let him retrieve the pad before she relaxed and sagged back into the chair.

"Was that strictly necessary or are you trying to tell me something?" She asked, a touch of flirtatiousness to her words even though her voice was tired.

Working well into the night with Alana on assorted paperwork, several cups of coffee between them and a pair of laptops, Abel had gotten up to stretch at one point. He had been seated for entirely too long, his back began to have a dull ache and derrière almost felt numb. He was tired of sitting.

After performing a few stretches, he caught sight of Alana doing much the same but remained seated. He smiled and walked up, reaching for a pad of paper. “It wasn’t entirely necessary. I could have just done it from across the table,” he admitted. “But I think I’m done staring at a screen for the night. How about you?”

[writinghannibal]

@yourpoweranimal​ sent: Alana came up behind Hannibal, leaning up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around him and pressing tender kisses against his neck. "You look delicious enough to eat. Taste like it too."

Hannibal rested the long fingers of his hand against the bone of Alana’s wrist as she kissed the back of his neck. Their six inch height difference was lessened by her heels and more so the way that she stood up on her toes to reach. Normally, she fit neatly against his back, able to press her cheek in the dip between his shoulder blades. These quiet acts of affection were comfortable, domestic. It was easy to allow himself to be surrounded by the soft scent of her perfume and the softer, silken, feel of her skin beneath his hands.

“Do you intend to eat me up, Alana?” he asked, the corners of his lips twitching upward in amusement. If she knew... oh, if she knew.

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and squeezed lightly, “There is something to be said for the desire to consume those that we have affection for; an expression of a need to internalize the other and keep them with us. Acts of cannibalism are some of the most sincere expressions of loneliness.”

[stolzundkummer-blog]

Angsty headcanon: Hannibal struggles to cook with aubergines as he can't stop remembering Mischa in the bathtub, hugging onto the aubergine warm in the sun.

;;ooc:

Ow, that really is an angsty headcanon. But I like the thought and I think there’s truth in it!

[replicantdeviancy]

@yourpoweranimal​ > ˢᵘᵇʳᵒᵘᵗᶦᶰᵉ ᴵᶰᶦᵗᶦᵃᶫᶦᶻᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ  - ˾ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ  ̚   - ᴱˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉ

                  The subject of family was not always the easiest for Connor, a person who danced upon the fine line of hereditary protectiveness & graciously disowned, impartial. Yet he would have been lying - poorly at that - to himself & to the psychiatrist before him if he claimed to feel nothing over the matter at hand. True, he had long ago learned to let go & find apathy for that which he could not change save for in changing his own fundamental self to appease others, for their opinions didn’t affect his life overall. But there were moments, faint instances where an inkling of remembrance would pull from him some nostalgia, & from there it would be a slow descent. One couldn’t replace family, but one could create family anew in friendships.

                  The detective hummed softly at the thought as it lingered like the bitter taste of poison on his tongue & he swallowed it away without another thought, choked it down like the tendrils of emotion. There was peace in numbness, something he could never quite put into words, but he knew the comfort of understanding in at least two others.

                  Just as easily as that, the discussion was over with a glance as Connor looked to Dr. Bloom with earnesty in his dark eyes. They seemed warm with an innocent questioning, a need not yet spoken. When he did speak on it, it was not directly, but the point managed to come across nevertheless.   ❝ Do you have any family? ❞   The topic was shifted from himself to Alana, away from the stinging sensation which etched itself into his chest long ago & lay dormant, only to flare up on those rare occasions of introspection. Sore & worn - he didn’t want to think about them.

[twistedtangledfate]

//I will be moving my Alana Bloom and Margot Verger from Hannibal onto this multi muse. These aren’t new muses or test muses, I’ve been writing them since 2014 so they are now the oldest muses on this blog in that sense. 

Previously on @yourpoweranimal and @whiskeywalnuts

[drdumaurier]

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity!

My wife

Petting baby cows

My cats

Petting an adorable pupper 

Watching rugby

[synallactic]

yourpoweranimal replied to your post:      { Anyone ever watch the show Mindhunters?...

//Apparently the book itself was a big influence for SOTL. I’ve not read the book yet but it’s on my shelf, next to like the 30 other books I need to read.

     { oh buddy oh boy I need to get the book now! give me that good research material! }

[suryasunshine33]

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