#nigellecter

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Callout/PSA/Warning: @kathexismania / @acquitatis formerly @nigellecter

This post is not just a callout per se, but mostly a warning about the person behind these blogs, Kathy.

The document that I made with the help of other users who have interacted with her in the past, gathers their experience along with graphic proof about not only her behavior towards her mutuals but also stealing headcanons from other users, gaslighting, manipulative antics and abusive behavior.

I hope this post reaches out to people who are currently writing with her or people who have done it before too, and those who are currently suffering from the same thing. This document was made by me, @cryomistrss, so anything you want to say towards me, my inbox is open (and so is the anon option). I want to thank the people who participated and also those who shared their experience with me. 

Here is the document, read under your own responsibility

[lukas-musings]

Nigel and Hannibal: Two Sides of the Same Coin || @nigellecter

[jundlcndwastes-moved]

@nigellecter from here !

              Quite honestly it took Anna a moment to remember what her BLOOD TYPE was at all. She couldn’t recall any time in particular when someone had informed her of what her blood type was. Not even her physicians happened to inform her when she was in the middle of a checkup, or the odd times when she really needed stitches that she couldn’t do herself so she made up shitty excuses of where they had come from to begin with. Sometimes it happened on the job, other times because she was in fights - sometimes she happened to instigate them, but that was neither her nor there. Even her medical records she was sent home with at the end of an exam didn’t state her type. All it said was that her calcium levels needed to be worked on sometimes, but she was doing fantastic with her gluclose and cholesterol levels for an American, as they were stereotyped for living off of fast food and sugar. According to science, the obesity reports were high, but Anna wasn’t chugging sodas and Big Macs all of the time either.

               Anyways, she she as a SMUGGLER. She didn’t work for some underground company that had her best interests and well being in mind. They didn’t need to know everything in case something happened and she needed a blood transfusion or God forbid a new organ. She certainly didn’t get millions of dollars either. Anna was a freelancer. Trusted clients called her when there was a job and she got half at the start and the second half when the job was done. Smuggling wasn’t easy, but she had learned from the best and had filled his shoes when he DISAPPEARED.

               The blonde shifted her weight from one foot to the next, hands sliding deeper into the pockets of her jacket to try and capture more warmth to warm her cool skin.  ❝ B+, ❞  she finally answered him with a sigh. She was surprised she remembered that at all without having to make a call to her doctor to see if they’d release that over the phone. Anna being Anna, she added,  ❝ Not as call as AB but we live with what we got I guess. What about you, strange and mysterious? What’s yours? ❞

[yourxguardian]

‘What happened?’ (from young!nigel)

Send ‘What happened?’ for a starter of my muse injured 

The soft tink! of rain bounding off the metal plating on his ped was deafening in his audials. Well, the one that was working anyway. The yellow mech slowly dragged his stabilizer closer to his chest as he hissed in pain but managed to pull his ped from the rain.

Self repair systems offline … Rebooting  …▮

The sound of a train above him was even louder than the rain but there was nothing he could do about that. Not until his self repair systems came online to fix what they could. Not only were his audials damaged but so was his stabilizer … there was no way he would be able to transform and get out of the city let alone this parking lot.

That bit of information he kept to himself when he was asked what happened to him. The human that approached him was young, young enough to not be much of a threat, even while Bee was injured.

Self repair systems online …

❝Decepticons,❞ he answered slowly as his hearing slowly came back as a low tone before clearing up and being completely restored, ❝it was an ambush,❞ he added.

He should have known better. Part of him knew it was a trap but he kept going anyway.

[tartareus]

“Moan” (from Hannibal to Mischa, oops)

send me “moan” and i’ll generate a number ! \ \  accepting until sinday !

TRIGGER WARNING; this small drabble/meme reply contains smut of a consensual consanguineal relationship between two adults  —— if that kind of content triggers you, i encourage you to unfollow me and/or block me && block my url using either tumblr saviour or xkit.

12 for @nigellecter: your muse goes down on mine

            a reddish hue colours mischa’s features as she lowers her back to the mattress, her pale skin touching the cool rich silk sheets of hannibal’s bed —— the smooth sheets becoming a striking contrast to the hot skin of her naked body —— as she watches him with what could be described as something akin to raw, untamed, hunger. their monstruous love, an affection that transcended the common sense of right && wrong, morphed into something tangible && honest – —— needs no longer hidden from the other.

         her pulse races as soon as the pair of masculine, yet well kept && far from brute, hands graze the extension of her legs to her inner thighs at a tortuous pace, causing her body to be set aflame && her nipples stiff visibly at the precise, sensual, touches . he’s taking his time, she comes to realise as soon as their eyes lock on each other. as he leans closer to her a small smirk crawls to mischa’s lips as she archs an eyebrow at him ( perhaps daring him to come && get her, just not in a playful fashion as a sibling should ) —— hannibal is savouring it; savouring her.

         to her credit, mischa survives long enough at the sweet torture hannibal puts her through in such a merciless way before her body ( tingling && practically aching for his touch ) betrays her && her back archs as she feels his regal cheekbones touching the tender skin of her inner thighs with feather like touches. he knows her body like no other had and touches her in a way that she makes heaven && hell merge into one —— and hannibal becomes both her fall &&ascension, granting her an honoured holy place by his side on the most unholy of grounds.

         the younger lecter hisses low somewhat frustrated and needy, && , as her hand moves to caress his hair ( to either urge him further into between her open legs or pull him up to kiss him senseless, not certain of which yet ), mischa sighs —— far too lost on the lustful sensations to care for anything else but them, she and hannibal.

         without any sign of warning, pleasure unfolds && melts as he moves his tongue to taste her liquid desire. instinct urges her to bury her fingers further into the soft locks of his hair, body deperate for more than careful and slow, sporadic, teasing little licks. she knows, despite how sick && twisted the nature of their relationship revealed itself to be, that if love actually exists she’s feeling it in all ways now —— as if some sort of silent explosion of overwhelming love emerges through the raw sin that takes place between them.

         gripping the sheets unceremoniously to try and regain at least a little of control, the muscles of mischa’s legs tense up as he holds her waist down preventing her from arching further into a blind search for pleasure. a shiver runs down her spine as hannibal fondles her clit with his tongue with erratic but vigorous flicks to keep her on the edge. it does not take him long to find out just  how she likes it best —— faster && rougher than he was doing at first, but he’s a fast learner && sooner than what she’d be proud to admit, mischa starts panting, eyes shut.

        ‘ ‘  oh ——  fuck. ’ ’  

         pressure coils deeper within her wet heated center & && her muscles start to clench at their own accord, tigher && tigher until it became too much to stand. done with the tortuous little games, her nails brush the back of his head as she  draws his attention to her before growling low:          ‘ ‘  enough of teasing ——  please. ’ ’  her voice softens a bit at the end && as he wraps his lips on her clit and sucks it slowly, her head dipping back as he penetrates her with a finger, thrusting with vigor into her as she feels an orgasmic wave approaching. yet, it was still out of her reach. ‘ ‘ ‘annibal, don’t be cruel. ’ ’

         she is not one to beg, but as her walls clench uncomfortably against his digit with frantic need, mischa swallows her pride && asks him for the much needed release —— moving her hips against him with erratic moves && giving herself away completely to the hellish sensations that filled her body, riding her orgasm as her muscles pulsed hard && fast around her beloved’s finger, practically melting on the bed as a soundless scream leaves her body. there’s no salvation for the ones like them, no return to eden for the banished sinners,   && she decides she doesn’t find that all too troubling —— for at least they were together.

[copiesofme-archive]

@nigellecter: *makes Chiyoh a beautiful starter*

me:

[whpsiedaisies]

“Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty.” (from Hannibal to Bedelia)

*    .WESTWORLD SENTENCE STARTERS; *    .  / @nigellecter  (accepting)

there is an obvious response forming on the tip of her tongue, words not without the burden of thought, kindling doubt like a match lit and extinguished in a single un-rehearsed moment. 

❝ beauty is not uniformed to cater to the masses, hannibal-the disarray you see, such as the beauty is different to any individual.❞ bedelia didn’t need to explain herself, nor her choice of words, the beauty in which he saw was not the beauty in which she saw. and she questioned then, would she ever be able to see it such the way as hannibal lecter ?

[gleamingcrowns]

@nigellecter starter

beck was all over the place right now, she had run so far without telling anyone. nobody could know where she was, not a soul that knew her before. still, she was having trouble finding her way around bucharest. before she knew it, she was crashing into a gentleman. Instantly she fell to the ground, embarrassed and now with two skinned knees. “oh god, I’m so sorry!” she blurted out as she looked up at him. 

[intcrwoven-blog]

@nigellecter liked for a Halloween starter!

Halloween was a wonderful holiday. In America, families dressed their children in scary outfits--or their favorite superhero or idol--and then sent them off to collect treats from real life serial killers, rapists, and abusers. There was a remarkable, almost child-like, idiocy to it all. Yet it was also the time when everyone wore masks, and those who wore a mask daily, could remove theirs--even if only for a day. 

Hannibal wore his mask in plain sight for that evening’s adventure. With his brother’s arrival in town, there was really only one way he could spend the holiday. It had been some time since he’d allowed himself to hunt, and he had a long list of those who he deemed worthy to meet his harpy. That and he had a dinner party that weekend to prepare for.

A few of them were present at the same party that he and his good brother, Nigel, were attending. Dressed with a Venetian style in mind, Hannibal scanned the area slowly. Due to the depths his mask went, it was almost impossible to see the glint of his maroon eyes beneath. The only problem with his mask . . . is that it didn’t exactly make drinking wine or consuming food all that easy. At least, not without removing the mask. 

“What’s your preferred method these days?” Hannibal inquired curiously, turning his attention to his brother instead of the dancing party-goers. His own hand delicately traced the harpy within his sleeve. Always close. 

[dolcres]

                     Already a tad clumsy Dolores tried balancing the serving tray on her arm, nimble fingers holding the edge carefully as she tried looking past the man in hope to find another way past without interrupting- but to no avail.   ❛ —- sir, please excuse me. I fear this tray is gettin’ a little heavy, and I need to be at the table behind you. Could I please pass through ? ❜

➳      @nigellecter  /   small modern sc

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nickname:  moni! (i don’t like telling people my real name because it’s not one i agree with.) gender:  non-binary/trans non-binary star sign:  pisces height:  5′2″ sexuality: pansexual hogwarts house:  ... honestly, i don’t like harry potter, but i respect it. my friend made me take a pottermore quiz & i got ravenclaw. favorite animals:  red panda! average hours of sleep:  0-10 (insomnia is a bitch) dogs or cats: both! number of blankets:  i generally use one, but i will use 2-3 depending on the circumstances. where i am from:  New York, but I moved to Florida when i was 5 (after moving to Texas for a little bit) & have been here since! dream trip:   Japan, but also Greece when i created this account:  this blog has been around since about 2016, i think? & then i recently brought it back in June/July 2018. why i created this account:  originally it was because I wanted to make an American Kingsman character when Kingsman: The Secret Service first came out. I abandoned it after leaving the tumblr RPC & then came back to revamp it & make Penny fandomless! followers:  40!

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[intelsafaust-blog]

“Keep your fucking head down.”

* 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎��� 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 . @nigellecter

Steely flare up , tongue bit to corral a less than lady like expletive return . She dismisses the insolent remark . She reloads with an audible exhalation  , precise quick hands , attention falling to her weapon’s chamber . Snap , click . Go .

She wouldn’t attempt to look round the corner again . Not because she got a slap on the wrist but because she wanted to listen for them . Scuffle of boots , grunts from injury . They had traded rounds . If the assailants weren’t dead they were certainly hurting . From what she could tell eight in total , probably more .

❝ You always this popular ? ❞ she quips with a glance up . They hadn’t met before . He was seemingly a person of interest , just — as far as she was concerned , someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong damn time . Yet now he needed to , in language he’d understand , let her fucking work . 

❝ I’ll cover six through twelve o’clock if you take the other side . ❞ She mutters , pulling another glock from it’s strap beneath her pencil skirt. She held it out to him . ❝ Your gallantry is very misplaced . ❞

And please tell me you’ve used one before . 

[lukas-musings]

Thank you so, so much, Luka, for that spot-on aesthetic. I was so inspired by it that I had to write something in relation (his headcanon post). I have another request for ya ;) I would like an aesthetic of Nigel and Hannibal, showing them as two sides of the same coin (ex. logical/rational vs. emotional/impulsive, creator vs. destroyer, etc.)

Thank you... So much for being patient with me. Six months, ten days, and I finally got this done for you. Honestly, I really hope you like it - seeing you in my requests always makes my day! 

[jundlcndwastes-moved]

💋(from Nigel)

SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS. // @nigellecter

Send 💋 for a random kiss.  Put through a randomizer and got:Send 💕 for good night/morning kiss.

               IT WAS THE END OF THE NIGHT for most people. The mundane people were closing their businesses up for the night while parents were tucking their children into bed to get a good night’s sleep before school the following morning. The moon was just barely visible behind thick puffs of smokey gray clouds and crickets were starting their irritating songs outside. It should have been the end of the night for most people, Anna included, but it wasn’t. She wasn’t getting a lot of sleep these days, not when she was closing in on the assholes who’d fucked her over. They were just the tip of the iceberg, knowing there was a lot more to her attack than she realized. She wasn’t just randomly targeted. Tonight she had to meet some shady fuckers in a bar. Could be pretty hairy, too, something she had to psych herself up for. Anna was going to part ways from Nigel now, claiming she was going to head home and get some sleep. More like drive right to the bar and hope she got what she needed with ease.  

               ❝ As much as I adore these philosophical conversations I gotta get going. We should pick this up some other time though, yeah? ❞  They were both professionals in the criminal field and she could respect that. It was kind of nice just talking to someone who didn’t judge her up and down for being a smuggler, or having to hide that at all.  ❝ Wish me a good night’s sleep. ❞  More like wish her luck at the damn bar. Without giving it a second though she reached up to press her lips up against Nigel’s own, lingering for a moment longer than she had planned. But hey, a kiss never really hurt anybody, did it? With a smile and a flirtatious look in her eye she pulled back from him and pulled her jacket closer around her as she prepared to part ways from him.  ❝ Nighty night, Mr. Lecter. ❞

[whiskeyandwalnuts-blog1]

Carnal Sins - Closed

Margot sat in her chair, staring at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes examining all the features of her face. Her skin seemed paler than usual but not enough that it would be noticed by most of the clients. She had not slept well during the day, her period of rest being interrupted by the stinging lash of memories from a past she had long tried to forget. It had been years since she had taken her destiny into her own hands and fled the place that had been a home only in name. After the demise of her mother, Margot’s life had become a living hell on earth and she had decided that she wasn’t going to stick it out and see if it improved. She knew well enough to know that the longer she waited, the worse it would become. When her breasts had started to swell, a shadow of fuzz had appeared on her groin and she had been blessed with the beginning of her monthly courses, she knew that she was becoming a woman and being a woman was dangerous. 

She had packed the few possessions that she cared to take with her, had stolen what money she could from the house and had fled in the night. She had timed her escape attempt for a time when her father had taken Mason to a livestock fair. She had known that they were going to be away for a few days and it was a case of either then or never. 

Her heart had been in her throat as she had fled and she fully expected, in the first few days, to be found by the long reach of the Verger’s and their resources. It had been a supreme delight and pleasure to her that she had been wrong. She had rejoiced in the freedom that she had snatched from the sky, the hopes that she had plucked from the stars had come to pass but staying in America was too risky. The Verger’s were strong in the USA but their reach would only stretch so far and the shores beyond America, across the vast ocean, were lands of promise where Margot fully believed that she would be safe. 

When she had first arrived in Europe, she did not know exactly where she would go but one thing had led to another and she had found herself in Munich, a city that she had instantly grown to love. Margot knew bits and pieces of European History and she found Bavaria to be as beautiful a place as she had thought it would be. She found it difficult to begin with to integrate herself within the population, her terrible German being a hindrance. She had picked up a few strands of the language here and there and over the course of the next few years she had devoted herself to embracing the culture of the city she now called home. A small apartment block shared with many other people was more of a home to her than the vast estate of Muskrat Farm had ever been.  

To be sure, it was not a charmed life that she lived for life was not a fairy tale, a fact she had learned in her formative years. Her apartment was small with only the basic amenities and her mattress groaned in protest every time she sat or lay on it. The wall’s were easily smudged with dirt and were thin enough that she could hear any disagreements that her neighbours would share. Her’s was not a life of luxury but it was a life of safety. Here, nobody knew her name or where she had come from other than she had been born in America and had come to Germany to find her remaining family after the passing of her parents. Nobody had ever asked her for more information than that and Margot was secretive, keeping potential friendships at bay and focusing on maintaining her life and her safety. She did not know if her family would have given up looking for her or if they would still be searching. The idea of Mason or her father finding her was enough to force a shiver down her spine. If they found her, they would drag her back and her life would not be worth living anymore. 

The job that Margot had secured was in a lap dancing club, a place by the name of Carnal Sins. There were many such establishments in Munich and they suited her down to the ground. The least likely place that anyone would look for Margot Verger was in a club where sex was the product branded and sold, in as many words. She had insisted when she had first procured the job that she would only work as a waitress but, over time, she became aware that more could easily be asked of her. She had learned many tricks in her time at Carnal Sins and she used them to great effect whenever she needed to. 

Margot’s fingers reached up to tidy her hair, straight, long and brown. She had dyed her hair in the early days, a reaction to the fear she felt of discovery but, as time passed and she became more comfortable, she relented and allowed her natural colours to come through. Her eyes were the same as they had always been having found contact lenses to be more of a hindrance than anything else. When she spoke, she spoke with a faint accent that was a reflection of the time that she had been in Munich, her american twang blending to create a unique voice that many of the usual clientele had grown to like. It would not be the first time Margot had spent an evening speaking with one particular client and gently encouraging him to spend all the euros in his pocket on drinks and on the beautiful girls that she worked with. 

“You better not be late again Yvana otherwise Ernst won’t be happy.” The sing song voice of Helena, a longer time colleague of Margot’s intruded into her thoughts and Margot turned in her seat, a smile resting lightly on her lips. 

“I was just checking the shadows under my eyes, that’s all. I’m ready.” She replied, standing up and smoothing her hands down her black, semi transparent dress with opaque stripes across the breast and the hips, preserving some semblance of her dignity. She wore the dress like a piece of armour, it showing enough skin to encourage their clients desires but not to give them fully what they wanted. She was the bar girl after all, it wasn’t her job to walk around in a bra, thong and heels. Her dress was cut respectably halfway down the thigh. 

Margot crossed the dressing room and pushed open the door, the music from the club forcing it’s way into the room as she passed from the private world of the workers and into the public eye of Carnal Sins. She crossed the floor, smiling brightly with the youth that was her saving grace, as clients caught her eye. She reached the bar, picked up her pen and pad, placing them on her tray and winking at Andre, the barman. He had a soft spot for her and she always made sure to exploit it when it was required. 

She began her circuit around the room, asking clients who were not preoccupied with the dancers for their drink orders. She had collected the orders of two regular clients when she came upon a man who was not familiar to her. 

“Hallo, ich bin Yvana.” She always introduced herself in the native tongue. “What’s your poison for tonight hmm?” She asked, pen poised, pad on the tray, a soft smile on her lips, her eyes inviting conversation. 

@nigellecter

[tartareus]

Happy early birthday. Hope everything goes splendidly!

asdfghjkjhgfds awn, thank you so much Kathy 💖