#devilswill

[d4ughter]

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

inbox prompts: accepting . . .

          She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards Will wryly.     ❛❛   Someone who knows an asshole when she sees one.   ❜❜     She says simply, despite the way her temper is bubbling beneath the surface, making her cheeks feel warm with the anger.  She maintains a nonchalant disinterest as she turns back to the case file on her desk, maroon painted fingernails catching the light as she flips through the papers inside the file.     ❛❛   If you're done now, I think we both have work to do.   ❜❜     

[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.

[hauntsect]

“I saw someone go overboard. I know what I saw.” @devilswill // ffvii verse!

"Overboard is such a vague statement..." It follows a soft sigh as his left hand lazily looks for the tea cup that had been filled just minutes ago. It wasn't tea, but the juice of a famed fruit from a small town he had long since forgotten the name of. Deliciously sweet, it served to drown the cravings. Whenever Will was on the scene, it was easy to lose sight of normalcy, composure. He was just like the fruit Hyles was drinking – special, one of a kind, addicting.

So, he has to wonder why the other seems to tiptoe on the subject, tread carefully like he'd be in trouble. He was too valuable for that, maybe it was just the effect of... well, his deliciously impressive ability. Yes, overboard sounds right, but is it accurate? No, Hyles didn't need that, he needed more. A sip and another of the drink and he is back to speaking.

"I'll be honest with you, lovely, I simply do not follow." The cup places itself on the table, he gestures for the other to drink his own. His eyes are happily set to stare at the other's, like knocking on a door to the unknown. "I need you to be much more detailed than that. Could you, please, explain it all in excruciating detail and accuracy?" Noticing his own plain expression, he turns it, cogwheels forcing a light, inviting smile.

"Who did you see go overboard, how, and why? Was it our little test subject, SOLDIER, AVALANCHE, or maybe even a scientist? ...Simple questions, no? I will not be able to believe your statement, otherwise."

[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

[vcrger]

❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭." 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫��𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 . . " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝, ". .𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐘͟𝐨͟𝐮͟ ͟𝐰͟𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐝͟ ͟𝐤͟𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐰͟ ͟𝐚͟𝐛͟𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐭͟ ͟𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐚͟𝐭͟,͟ ͟𝐝͟𝐨͟ ͟𝐲͟𝐨͟𝐮͟?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐍͟𝐨͟𝐭͟ ͟𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐲͟𝐦͟𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐞͟."

[vsevildead]

“Name’s Ash. Deadite slayer, time traveler, and S-Mart employee of the month two consecutive months in a row.” He seems most proud of that last point, quickly brushing past the whole destiny thing.

@devilswill

[thcbutchcr]

@devilswill asked - ❛ here, you look like you need this more than me right now. ❜

arms sit tightly crossed over shauna's chest, eyes focused in the distance on something that didn't exist. just stuck in her own little world. hearing the other's voice snaps her out of it, jumping slightly before looking over at him. the sight of the jacket being held out to her is confusing, but looking down at herself, arms crossed, bumps trailing along her bare arms; maybe she was cold. she couldn't feel it though. " I'm not cold. " her comment is short and blunt, quickly uncrossing her arms and letting them hang at her side to prove she was fine. cold was something she could handle, or maybe it was something she forced herself to handle. shoulders shrug dismissively, and maybe a bit too aggressively. after all, he was only trying to help. " i'm fine. "

ask memes

[allevils]

WILL GRAHAM: ❝ Then there's the… self-flagellating issue. ❞

" oh. awful. " well, how is he supposed to respond to that? lucy isn't the greatest at listening to other people's problems— that's something that's always been a fact. she rubs at the back of her neck, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek.

" i'm pretty sure there are better people to discuss your issues with than me. not that i don't care—. " lucy doesn't. " — but i'm definitely not the type of person to deal with your ... self-flagellation. " if disinterest had a face, it would be lucy's. @devilswill

[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

[narrativeworshiped]

isaiah // i want to hear what you believe.

@devilswill // meme tag

A soft snort followed by the glass of whiskey being pulled to his lips. It's a more complex question with a more complex answer than Will is maybe bargaining for, leaving Isaiah to turn it around and around in his mind.

"in general, or 'bout this..." He peers over the file presented to him again. "situation?"

Because Isaiah knows what killed Amara Williamson, but doesn't think the FBI (unofficial or not) is gonna care much that it was a demon who did it. Demons don't die when you shoot the person who they're inhabiting, and the person who goes to jail 'cause they killed someone while possessed doesn't get rehabilitated.

"either way, i don't imagine you'll like what i believe." Rarely is Isaiah so worried about if someone has faith or does not have faith, but he's got someone to protect here. Someone who didn't ask to be possessed and didn't ask to kill anyone, either.

[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​

[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."

[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…