#devilswill

[il-mostrc]

"I'm not going on your dinner plate."

He's using the tone as if he's telling one of his dogs to drop something that shouldn't be in their mouths.

Hannibal lifts his fork; the cherry tomato skewered on its prongs. "What if you already are?" His lips curl at both ends; brow raised as he takes the small, plump ruby fruit into his mouth, teeth sliding against the utensils to heighten the gesture.

He chews it slowly, never betraying that slanting smile to him. Will has always been on that plate and always will be.

[fbiartist]

@devilswill liked for a starter.

"I'm not done yet, I'll get an identification to you in a couple hours, but it takes time. I swear, if I keep-" Ziva looks up from the sketch book and away from the horribly mutilated body on the slab, her stare lands on the unfamiliar person at the door. "Ahhhhh-and there goes my foot in my mouth. I thought you were Agent Crawford, my bad."

[savagecuhnt]

"When I smile it actually feels uncomfortable."

she tries not to laugh at his words, but can't hold the straight face any longer. "It looks just as uncomfortable as it must feel." she shakes her head as she sips at her coffee, "there must be something that brings you enough joy in this world to cause a genuine smile. I mean, I hate almost everything, and I can still smile."

[il-mostrc]

@devilswill

HANNIBAL + The Addams Family

[tacticalempathy]

[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly . [ or reverse ]

Sophia is unconvinced of fishing being a viable hobby, but Graham talked up the activity enough to convince her to come out on to the lake on a cold day that she would otherwise curled up with a book at home for. This was a venture out of Sophia's rigidly maintained comfort zone, a healthy thing to do every so often, so she's been told.

She nods along to his instructions, listening carefully, not much of the information sinks in however as once the pole is in her hand struggles to properly cast the line, suddenly having flashbacks to a similar experience in childhood when she got a fishing hook caught in her nose. Can practically feel the nurse digging the thing out when Will takes her by her hands moving them in one fluid motion.

❝ Oh ❞ She blinks in surprise before looking back at Will. ❝ What now? ❞

❥  NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .  / Accepting!

[chaosfindsaway]

@devilswill Continued ask[x]

Tommy couldn't fault the man for requesting ID. If he were in his shoes, he'd do the same. Perhaps that was just the law enforcement in him. "Of course, yeah," he nodded, leaning forward to reach down into his back pocket. He pulled out his badge, handing it over to Will with no hesitation.

Leaning back into his seat, he watched the other in silence for a few seconds to give him time to examine the credentials. "I'll apologize ahead of time for all the questions, but I assume you know how it is."

[g0dforb1d]

"What if they find you first? What then?" @devilswill

Fragile hands reach out to pull the larger man close to her body, her sunken angelic features tensing as he speaks ever so slightly louder than she preferred.

The pair were hidden in the woods near Dawn’s family property but not deep enough for Dawn to feel comfortable speaking above a whisper. Her older brothers were closer to blood hounds and terriers than any form of healthy human being. Dawn herself couldn’t get easy traction with her cane so while one hand gripped ever so tightly around the personally customized pink jewel handle the other one tangled into Will’s shirt.

Will was nothing more than a twitching rabbit to her brothers collective, something to be hunted and ripped apart for winter. No one could be too sure why they picked up on his scent, be it from spending a little too long talking to Dawn or not using the tone they preferred. It doesn’t matter once the Winston clan decides who they want for dinner they usually get what they want.

Now the smallest of the clan is trying to sneak the fairly decent gentle man out and away, trying to get him far away so he can get on a bus or rent a hotel room.

“Then it’s like losin’ the game of hide and go seek,” Dawn lies, her voice barely registering at all to the point that it’s under a whisper.

If Dawn is found and more importantly found to be helping someone get away from their guns and large hunting knives she’ll have to go through punishment, will have her small already malnourished body deprived of important things she needs be it food, water or her cane. If they’re really upset she might even lose a limb.

“H’re, just keep quiet and folla me,” She tugs as she hobbles further out, closer and closer to the main backroads.

[withinkandquill-aa]

Who's the favorite father? Hannibal or Will. // Anya // @il-mostrc

//She doesn’t have favorites. Whatchu talking about??

cough. Hannibal. cough.

But only because they’ve known each other longer. And you know…he didn’t put the other in prison…after Anya met him, of course…or disappear for three years to start a new family right after that…

[monsterxmade]

New Tag Dump 1

[il-mostrc]

as a rp husband that has many cross followers as me .. i think it's fair to revisit that whole 'how many dogs can will have' discussion whatever dogs will and anya adopt , for example .. should be dogs hannibal is forced to adopt by extension. and she approves of more dogs :]

you may be the favorite father .. but i'm the fun one.

The key element in this is how much she respects. If Hannibal cuts her off, she’ll obey his rules.

After all, she still blames Will for everything else.

Two dogs are enough… three is borderline..four is the limit. That’s being generous.

Also consider their lifestyle, can Will give up his dogs on the whim again if they must flee?

@withinkandquill

[fbiartist]

Are you Ziva’s Type?

“…are you asking me out on a date? Cause that’s like…two bingos. Unless you’re just a tease, cause I can deal with that too. You know that whole yearning from afar deal.” 

@devilswill​

[sociopathichero]

Making You The Patron Saint of Something...

patron saint of heartbreak

not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

Tagged by: @dethenryquinn Tagging: @tacticalempathy, @devilswill, and anyone else who wants to do it!

[withinkandquill-aa]

//@devilswill this is what Anya and Will’s texts look like. 🤣

[tacticalempathy]

romantic candidate will graham. he's annoying perceptive but he loves dogs. might be unstable. probably is.

Listen, Sophia has known many annoying and/or unstable men in her life, has always convinced herself that she can fix them with her communication skills. Rather or not that's true is highly debatable, but what isn't is the fact that watching Will playing with his dogs is low-key a turn on.

Recommend romantic candidates for Sophia / Accepting!

[withinkandquill-aa]

"i'm trying to encourage you to be the best you can be."

“Well, stop!”

Anya stands before Will, a sudden storm of emotion. It had been so fast - the pathway from chastised, begrudging attention to anger. She had crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, groaned like a stubborn teenager, but now she faced him fully, eyes narrowed and fists clenched at her sides.

I’m trying to encourage you to be the best you can be.

I’m making you into something better, Anya. Something great. Something no one has ever witnessed before.

Her palms suddenly slap against her ears, blocking out any more words before they come - Will’s or the ghost of her father’s.

“I don’t need you to encourage me to be anything! I don’t need you to make me into something I’m not,” Anya’s voice rises louder the longer she speaks. “I’m not broken, Will! I’m not one of your strays, okay, and I don’t need fixing!”

Her eyes shine with furious tears she fights not to shed.

“I’m not broken.”

[monsterxmade]

"i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it." // @devilswill

“You know, I thought you were a lot of things but not stupid and not cruel.”

Their fractured relationship was on the mend, thankfully, but the anger Anya harbors is hard to let go of; embers simmering below the surface and Will’s words just sparked a flame. It won’t be the first time he’s seen it and it won’t be the worst he’s seen but she instinctively aims to hurt and she does it well, even if just with words.

“I’m not the one who left, and even if we ignore everything else the fact of the matter is, you still left and you’d do it again. Don’t try and tell me otherwise. I know you would.”