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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.

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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.