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You wanted me to embrace my nature, Doctor. I’m just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.
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Moments past before he responds, taking in each word’s weight carefully. Will understood just how messy police reports could be. He understood intimately how criminals weave around loopholes until finally striking ( more often than not, to kill ). Iren had been a sort of rock to him lately. A lighthouse, guiding him home while stranded in the haze of Hannibal’s manipulations. He cared for her deeply, and in all honesty, was a bit scared of the things the shadows of his mind might justify in response to any harm befalling her. “Do you want to stay at my place for a bit? Lay low?”
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓. @youngestdcg, ❛ i’ve got a secret i need you to keep . ❜
Hues darken immediately. “What is it?” He asks, worry and concern building in the pit of his stomach and poisoning his thoughts with visions of imagined catastrophe.
#youngestdcg#will: i wont give into murder no matter what hani does#will: if anything happens to iren i will kill everyone --#@ tunglr let me cut posts :(((
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓. @youngestdcg, ❛ What’s your alibi ? ❜
Breath hitched, and with it, air was illuminated by the cold. “I-I . . .” Will began. Desperately, he scanned hazy memories of the week, the majority of which felt completely foreign to him. “I, I don’t have one.” Calloused hands found their way to messy curls, as arms propped against his legs and he sat with head hanging. “But I didn’t do a-anything . . . I didn’t . . . I’m not—” Will chokes. Silence lingers for a moment, before widened eyes meet her own, “You believe me, right?”
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓. @youngestdcg, ❛ i’ve got a secret i need you to keep . ❜
Hues darken immediately. “What is it?” He asks, worry and concern building in the pit of his stomach and poisoning his thoughts with visions of imagined catastrophe.
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Will wanted to think of Beverly as a friend. And perhaps if he were normal, he would have. But as it was, he couldn’t. Not quite. Of course, he enjoyed her, and he truly appreciated her kindness. But there was a tugging which held him back. One which reminded him to take a step back; to reaffirm the walls which kept him safe ― which kept her safe. Mouth opened in attempts to find a response, but after a few moments of silence pass, he simply sighs instead. “I can handle it from here, if you want to go.” Finally, he responded. He was being unfair, he knew that, and yet . . . “You don’t need to worry about me.”
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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 . ( lyric starters originating from the works of grandson . mature & dark themes are present , tread with caution . )
❛ tell me what you’re trying to hide . ❜ ❛ look me in my eyes , tell me everything’s not fine . ❜ ❛ i’ve got a secret i need you to keep . ❜ ❛ beg me for mercy . ❜ ❛ i’m not so brave , & i’m not so smart . ❜ ❛ i’m doing you a favor . ❜ ❛ i did a lot wrong that i can’t make right . ❜ ❛ i can’t cope . ❜ ❛ there’s no difference between you & i . ❜ ❛ there’s no way of stopping this . ❜ ❛ is there anybody out there that’s paying attention ? ❜ ❛ i try to do my part . ❜ ❛ how did we get here ? ❜ ❛ one day i know i’ll regret it . ❜ ❛ i’m in love with the pain . ❜ ❛ idle hands are the devil’s best friend . ❜ ❛ won’t you help me , please ? ❜ ❛ we might not make it ‘til the morning . ❜ ❛ i’m a sick joke . ❜ ❛ we’re stronger when we’re together . ❜ ❛ it’s the same shit , just a different year . ❜ ❛ i’m terrified none of it matters at all . ❜ ❛ i’ve gotta get out of here as quick as i can . ❜ ❛ there’s a knock at your front door . ❜ ❛ beg me for mercy . ❜ ❛ do exactly what you’re told . ❜ ❛ don’t listen to them , you’re not free . ❜ ❛ there’s nobody that can stop me . ❜ ❛ i’ve got one life so i’m gonna live it . ❜ ❛ i don’t want to move on . ❜ ❛ where the fuck do we go now ? ❜ ❛ my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan . ❜ ❛ i’m done playing games . ❜ ❛ nobody make a sound . ❜ ❛ the higher the crime , the harder the fall . ❜ ❛ everybody told me ever since i was young , i should bite my tongue . ❜ ❛ i don’t know where i’m gonna go . ❜ ❛ i will not apologize . ❜ ❛ i think it’s time for a change . ❜ ❛ get down on the ground . ❜ ❛ sometimes the bad guy wins . ❜ ❛ this is my one shot at redemption . ❜ ❛ i’m looking up at rock bottom . ❜ ❛ i don’t want to get left behind . ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted ? ❜ ��� i wish i’d read the signs better , ‘cause the writing was on the wall . ❜ ❛ i’m just trying to get used to these changes . ❜ ❛ i thought i had the upper hand . ❜ ❛ one day you’ll understand why i pushed you away as i ran . ❜ ❛ what’s your alibi ? ❜ ❛ i’ve gotta get out of this town somehow . ❜ ❛ the bad’s been slowly getting worse . ❜ ❛ what’s your life worth ? ❜ ❛ i’m still trying to find my identity . ❜ ❛ somebody call the doctor ! ❜ ❛ that which you fear is that which you become . ❜ ❛ does any of this pain have meaning ? ❜ ❛ i was in over my head . ❜ ❛ should we just say ‘to hell with it all’ ? ❜ ❛ i’m gonna get away with it . ❜ ❛ you think that you can stop me ? ❜ ❛ this isn’t gonna be some little fix . ❜ ❛ i’m sick of being an optimist . ❜ ❛ don’t resist the temptation . ❜ ❛ we can all be saved . ❜ ❛ i want to feel something . ❜ ❛ i’m feeling all this pressure , it’s a weight on my shoulders . ❜ ❛ i’m looking for the proof that i’m alive . ❜ ❛ all i ever wanted was a little piece & quiet . ❜ ❛ i am the thing you created . ❜ ❛ i’ve tried getting better , did all of the twelve steps . ❜ ❛ if you love me , let me go . ❜ ❛ you deserve all you’ve got coming . ❜ ❛ i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab . ❜ ❛ i’ve got no hope , not a sliver . ❜ ❛ sometimes the good things don’t last . ❜ ❛ i’ll do anything for you , just tell me what you need . ❜ ❛ the goodbye is the hardest part . ❜ ❛ i never thought it’d come to this . ❜ ❛ everything will be okay . ❜ ❛ i’ve done bad things to good people . ❜ ❛ i’ve got no self control , it’s the root of my evil . ❜ ❛ if i were you , i wouldn’t love me neither . ❜ ❛ i keep on looking at the world like i’m an optimist . ❜ ❛ we can’t go back . ❜ ❛ have you ever thought that you don’t know it all ? ❜ ❛ i wish you would’ve called . ❜ ❛ save me from myself . ❜ ❛ nobody really cared , so it never really mattered . ❜ ❛ what’s the point in fighting for a happy ever after ? ❜ ❛ i’d rather drop dead . ❜ ❛ don’t give up that easy . ❜ ❛ i can’t keep my shit together . ❜ ❛ life is a bitch , she doesn’t fight fair . ❜ ❛ i want to live for something . ❜ ❛ i want to die for something . ❜ ❛ this won’t last forever . nothing ever lasts forever . ❜ ❛ i think i need some guidance . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to hurt anymore . ❜
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We can’t define Will only by his maddest edges. We can’t define Will at all.
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𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐘'𝐀𝐋𝐋, pls love us
@ hannibal muses, i have an oc i love dearly and am thinking about writing out a verse for him,,, would y’all interact 🥺 👉 👈
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飢え ; 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.
While the Soumas had long been classified as a family of wealth, the clan’s earnings were not sorely due to their generosity. While to most, the family is one considered charitable and refined, ( gracefully leaving their name commemorated through monuments scattered throughout the city to showcase their donations, ) there were rumors that that a large portion of their fortune was gained illicitly. An outsider with an ear to the ground, Ren was very aware of the family’s history as she pined after the current head of the family, Akira Souma. The two became inseparable and soon eloped. Not far after, the underground activity of the Souma clan seemed to increase twofold. With Ren whispering in his ear, the couple were determined to rise above all other wealthy crime families of the city. The co-conspirators continued to climb; their first heir was born, and another child was on its way ― however, there was a hitch in Ren’s success. A mere days before she gave birth to their second child, Akira passed away. Following his death, rather than falling to her, the family’s power was then assumed by her very child. Enraged and grief-stricken, she declared revenge on her eldest son and insisted she would rule the family name again. Years were spent dedicated to this goal. And as her newest babe grew, Fayren, she forged him into a weapon. After refusing to harm others, as was the mission given to him by Ren ― the child, known to most by his alias Yuurei ( Ghost ) ― was punished. Patience was lost with little time and Ren decided to pursue alternate methods to control him. Under the spell of hired hypnotist, with just a trigger word, the boy began entering a trance-like state of obedience to his mother. He has injured, and even killed while in this unconscious state. When he finally returns to himself, he has no initial memories, only distorted fragments amongst nightmares. Nearing his mid-teens, having acted as Ren’s puppet for two years, Fayren finally runs away. He leaves New Jersey and heads along the southern coast. Unable to retrieve him, Ren decides to call the authorities on the runaway, and the FBI catch him soon after.
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𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. @wirepull
“I didn’t kill anyone!” A short sigh escaped flared nostrils. “. . . I’m telling you, I was framed.”
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It was a nightmare for him as well. One even his twisted mind could have never seen coming. He should have been more open with her; then maybe none of this would have ever happen. Then maybe, she might have never run off. The unknown ‘maybe’s and ‘should have’s would continue to haunt him, but now, he had to focus on the present. If not for himself, than for her. Even with his advanced empathy, he couldn’t imagine how much she must have been struggling. Alysandra had always been independent. And while that was something Will had been proud of, he would be lying to say it didn’t worry him. Just once, he wished she would allow him to lighten the weight from her shoulders. He wondered if this newest trauma had been enough to finally allow her to be truly vulnerable with him. However, as he catches a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eyes, it seems he was being too hopeful. “Aly!” He called, practically pushing past nurses to join her bedside. “Hey, Aly, w-wait a minute, we can take it easy. Let me help.” He sputters, carefully attempting to hold her.
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A curt nod is given before Will enters the other’s chamber. “I, uh, I’ve been managing dreams, but not rest.” He reports once settled into the chair he deemed closest to the door. Ever always antsy, and eager for escape. Hues stare upon the floor and take in its pristine condition. Within his mind, he almost chuckles, wondering just how much the doctor would loathe his own hardwood, with its worn scratches and the persistent dirt from his hounds’ adventures. Dog hair and sand strewn about, it was not the type of home one would enjoy barefooted. “I . . . I keep seeing him.” Will finally reveals, though he imagines it is no surprise to Hannibal. “His eyes. His hands. His smile.” And most of all . . . his daughter.
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𝐀𝐋𝐘. / 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒.
“It is like a nightmare; I expect, each moment, to wake to relief. But there is no waking.”
Ferned hues soften, he understood her words well. Too well, it seemed, as his chest ached in response. Years ago he gave up counting just how many nightmares plagued him, awake and asleep alike. A gentle shush is given as he hesitantly makes contact with her back, rubbing easy circles in attempts to soothe. “It’s okay, you’re okay . . . I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
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Manhandling symbol starters
Send one for your muse to…
★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
Add as much or as little context as you’d like!
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song of achilles rp starters
by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better ♡
❝ i saw then how i had changed. ❞ ❝ name one hero who was happy — you can’t. ❞ ❝ i feel like i could eat the world raw. ❞ ❝ you are half my soul, as the poets say. ❞ ❝ i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me. ❞ ❝ i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ❞ ❝ you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect. ❞ ❝ do you hear me? please, say something. ❞ ❝ your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me. ❞ ❝ you do not give things up so easily now as you once did. ❞ ❝ now i know how to make you follow me everywhere. ❞ ❝ i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness. ❞ ❝ there is no law that gods must be fair. ❞ ❝ i have never seen anyone fight the way you do. ❞ ❝ our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses. ❞ ❝ the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. ❞ ❝ when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you. ❞ ❝ you were always better with words than i. ❞ ❝ i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me. ❞ ❝ you smile, and your face is like the sun. ❞ ❝ i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human. ❞ ❝ do you want to walk up to the woods? ❞ ❝ you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long. ❞ ❝ there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. ❞ ❝ we are like gods at the dawning of the world. ❞ ❝ nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity. ❞ ❝ i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest. ❞ ❝ those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all. ❞ ❝ you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you. ❞ ❝ it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. ❞ ❝ you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. ❞ ❝ i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom. ❞ ❝ if you have to go, you know i will go with you. ❞ ❝ there is no one like you. ❞ ❝ we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal. ❞ ❝ and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. ❞ ❝ who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win. ❞ ❝ do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost. ❞ ❝ you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough. ❞ ❝ no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from. ❞ ❝ strange that such a small kindness feels like grace. ❞ ❝ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. ❞ ❝ i cannot bear to see you grieving. ❞ ❝ i remember little more than scattered images from my life then. ❞ ❝ i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world. ❞ ❝ i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats. ❞ ❝ in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards. ❞ ❝ you may still make a good person. ❞ ❝ you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening. ❞ ❝ the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. ❞ ❝ i hoped that you would come. ❞ ❝ the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. ❞ ❝ i have weathered the anger of gods before. ❞ ❝ i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence. ❞ ❝ there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said. ❞ ❝ you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you? ❞ ❝ my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. ❞ ❝ i will not cry in front of you. ❞ ❝ listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in betraying your friends. ❞ ❝ i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt. ❞ ❝ i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes. ❞ ❝ i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other. ❞ ❝ gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories. ❞ ❝ you will be dead soon enough. ❞ ❝ you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed. ❞ ❝ you left yourself today. and now you are returned. ❞ ❝ you are a better person than i. ❞ ❝ whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. ❞ ❝ you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know. ❞ ❝ my life is my reputation. it is all i have. ❞ ❝ may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. ❞ ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞ ❝ even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me. ❞ ❝ the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire. ❞ ❝ do you think we fight hopeless wars? ❞ ❝ it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal. ❞ ❝ if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all. ❞ ❝ no one has ever tried to take something from me. ❞ ❝ stay behind me. ❞ ❝ will you help me put the rest of my armor on? ❞ ❝ your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable. ❞ ❝ i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end. ❞ ❝ your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. ❞ ❝ he is not worthy of you. he never has been. ❞ ❝ will you tell me who hurt you? ❞ ❝ it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking. ❞ ❝ i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you. ❞ ❝ you have always thought too much of yourself. ❞ ❝ some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. ❞ ❝ even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for. ❞ ❝ our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other. ❞ ❝ you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely. ❞ ❝ you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again. ❞ ❝ i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom. ❞ ❝ you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. ❞ ❝ when there is greed, there is hope. ❞ ❝ i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down. ❞ ❝ you are angry, and not without reason. ❞ ❝ you feel mislead; you were promised victory. ❞ ❝ you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before. ❞
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A sigh leaves parted lips. It’s not one of disappointment. Rather, one of understanding. In general, and ( if not especially so ) in relation to Hannibal. ( Their mutual captor, it almost seemed. ) “I know.” Will murmurs, moving to close the distance between them. His movement is slow, and he cautiously awaits any signals that she wanted him to stop, as he holds her. Gently. Vigilantly. He wanted to protect her, to shelter her from all of the cruelty this world harbored. But how could he do that when one of the most dangerous beings he’d ever come across was sharing a house with them? Dining with them. Loving them. Would he ever be able to believe that Hannibal would never harm Abigail again? Take her away from him again. There was guilt, but also a slight comfort that the both of them seemed to struggle with their feelings for the man. “It’s okay. I got you.” Will whispered, lovingly rubbing small circles onto her back in attempt at comfort.
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