#writinghannibal

[serialcannibal]

Expressing that love, our beloveds potential comes true.

#hannibaledit #hannibal nbc #will graham #typography #art inspo #my edits #November 8th 2020 #love is bared teeth #writinghannibal #userwillsgraham #userhonnibal #aragima

[fbiartist]

( ft. @writinghannibal, @la-mangouste, @pistolslinger, @youareawarrior, @brighterrors, @klarsynt, @denieddeath, @baugenius, @bauresurrected, @bulletsoverbensonhurst, @snipesaw, @moisovrenyi, @caestillo, @deceptivemorals​ ) mutuals may reblog.

#my stuff #writinghannibal #lamangouste #pistolslinger #youareawwarrior #brighterrors #klarsynt #denieddeath #baugenius #bauresurrected #bulletsoverbensonhurst #snipesaw #moisovrenyi #caestillo #deceptivemorals #gestures #I just liked the rhyme at the end

[roi-et-mangouste]

writinghannibal

Am I?

Yes - blatantly so. Why did you invite Freddy Lounds to dinner?

#writinghannibal #Hannibal out here being a BRAT

[firstloss]

@writinghannibal​ ♥’d for a small starter

           “It’s supposed to be a giraffe,” Sarah said. She held up her notebook for him to see. “But I can’t get the face right... It looks too much like a weird, alien dog.”

#writinghannibal #something small and simple! #left a little vague since i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be within the tlou universe or yours #happy to plot if you like or wing it c:

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@writinghannibal​

"I spent most of my birthdays as a kid alone at a boarding school in New Jersey,” his tone was conversational, like he wasn’t imparting some secret he’d kept from everyone around him until now. “Most of the other kids went home for the summer but Senior paid extra for the school to keep me. Couldn’t be bothered to entertain his own kid, I guess.”

He shrugged, grabbing a pen and spinning it around his fingers. “They weren’t all bad though. One year, the art teacher took me to the Met. That was a good year. He let me see all the paintings and sculptures that I wanted. I led him on a good chase through the museum. Couldn’t decide what I liked best. Then he took me to Little Italy, to one of the delis Nonna used to take me to. It was probably the best birthday I had after Nonna died.”

Flipping the pen around in his hand, he smiled, sad and thoughtful. “I never really put much stock in celebrating my birthday, after Nonna died. I wasn’t the one who did the hard work that day. Shouldn’t my mum be the one everyone celebrated?”

#writinghannibal #v. Squad Room #v. Hungry like the wolf

[dr-abel-gideon]

@writinghannibal wrote: x

Hannibal half lifted his hand to shield his eyes when Abel's car pulled around the corner, headlights bright in the pouring rain. The man seemed otherwise unbothered, an umbrella shielding him from the worst of it and neat leather gloves encasing his hands. He waited until Abel had gotten out of the car before he spoke, aware of how the drumming of the rain on the two vehicles could easily steal a voice.

"Thank you for coming, Abel. I didn't know who else to call," Hannibal's voice had the faintest strains of stress to it, a crack in his normal composure.

Abel never got voice mail from Hannibal. Not once. That was the first thing that made the surgeon stop and scowl, but the message left made him almost frantic. He immediately called back and received instructions. His wife had already left for the night, allegedly for a night with friends, so no one noticed or cared when Abel grabbed his car keys and grabbed a coat.

Using his navigation, he found the storage facility in the dark and pouring rain, thankful for Hannibal’s exacting directions on his location. Finding him was relatively easy, even with slightly obscure vision due to weather. 

Abel pulled his car around and shut it off, grabbing an umbrella and popped it open as he pushed the driver door open. “Don’t think anything of it!” he said, shutting the door. “You’ve never called for a favor before. What’s going on?”

#writinghannibal

[daedaluscried]

@writinghannibal​

“ What kind of bread can I get you, sir? “ Suri was rushing around the bakery, but even still, her breathless voice strained to be polite, “ I apologize for the wait. What can I get you today? “

#writinghannibal #.little red riding hood (SURI)

[silencedlamb-a]

@writinghannibal  sent   ‘ 📜 ’   for  an   incorrect  quote.

#/ lmao i mean it's pretty clarice of her #writinghannibal #𝐢𝐜. 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙳𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 … ﹕ answered. #𝐝𝐲𝐧. 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙳𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 … ﹕ to be determined.

[this-ismydesign]

@writinghannibal liked for a starter. [x]

It wasn’t entirely unusual for Will to find himself in Hannibal’s kitchen, nor was it unusual for him to be handed a knife in this area of the house, what was unusual, however, was that he had been the one to provide a few of the ingredients for this meal. A bottle of pomegranate molasses, fresh honey, and a lemon he’d grown himself. There was no tremble to his hands in the kitchen, it was replaced with an air of confidence he likely only displayed in front of his students while speaking with the authority of one thousand men.

Their time together was spent in peace, idle conversation drifting between them just as an orchestra drifted through the kitchen as if it were suspended on the wings of angels. Will hummed along between their chat, the song had become familiar enough that it filled him with a sense of belonging, a sense of nostalgia for a time he didn’t remember existing -  anemoia...

“Do- Hannibal,” he corrected himself rather quickly, trying not to fall into formalities in a place he’d promised himself he’d be nothing more than himself. “Is this a dish you’ve made before, or are you testing the waters with something new?” Will was ever curious, but not often comfortable enough to ask the questions that sizzled beneath his skin like a scorching skillet over the gas.

recipe: [Pomegranate-Glazed Chicken with Buttery Pine Nuts]

song: [The Goldberg Variations: I. Aria - Johann Sebastian Bach] | via Spotify

#writinghannibal #starter is a starter #have a very lucid will

[babydxhl]

🤗

send the icon for a hug from mary || still accepting!

Mary’s hair hit her cheek as her head whipped around – she sucked in a breath with a sharp inhale that drew the faintest of shrieks from her throat.

Cops. Specifically one James Gordon, who she had not planned on seeing at least until someone more high profile – a bigger prize for piggy hands – had broken out of the asylum. That morning on the ride up to Baltimore Mary had flicked through the Gotham Gazette and found her face still on the second page. Slow news day, she’d thought then, had felt lighter from the distance between herself and her home city.

Now she felt panic lodge itself in her chest like a dart.

Her eyes scanned the room. There – a single familiar face.

“Dr Lecter,” she said, the sound leaving her in a rush of air. She closed the space between them fast and hugged his legs, hiding her face in the fabric at his knee. “I’ve missed you,” she added after a beat. Her mind counted off the seconds it would take Gordon and whoever it was with him – FBI? Another cop? – to pass by.

#writinghannibal #forgive i could not for the life of me think of a whole heap of plausible reasons they'd hug hahah #;;ask.

[serialcannibal]

forever? / for @writinghannibal

#i'm just reuploading/dumping my queue #don't mind me! #hannigramedit #hannibaledit #hannibal lecter #will graham #love is bared teeth #my edits #September 29th 2020 #writinghannibal #userwillsgraham #userhonnibal #and that concludes my 9 #!! #Cosmically Divine

[fbiartist]

When you have two partners who would murder for you. (ft. @writinghannibal & @la-mangouste)

#writinghannibal #lamangouste #I need to drink some cold medicine

[roi-et-mangouste]

I definitely don’t recall posing for this — is this based on a series of assumptions, or...?

#HANNIBAL WHY #EXCUMST #crack asks #Hannibal be like: oho really? WELL I DREW YOUR ASS SO JOKE'S ON YOU #writinghannibal

[idconsilium]

@writinghannibal​   :   ♤ : For a written confession.   |   [ meme ]

“...I managed to get special permission to hand deliver this to you.” Without another word, he left the envelope in the little metal box, then turned and left the room.

Hannibal  ― From the moment I met you, I felt pulled towards you. I needed to lean on you, to trust you fully. I wasn’t sure why, though, and it cast waves of nervousness and doubt through my mind. Which is why I was so hesitant, why I tried so hard to turn away from you. Truthfully, I only wanted to live peacefully with you. Only us and Abigail, in a home with acres of land for the dogs, not a neighbor in sight. But it seemed like you had different plans. I finally decided, after all that happened in Florence and at the Verger estate, that what I wanted was simply unachievable. We had different plans for each other, and I couldn’t budge on mine, not after everything we’d already been through. I find it a shame that I still want our life of peace. I found it elsewhere, yes, but it’s not the same without you. ―  Will Graham

#writinghannibal #𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 [ answered ] #[[ have some s3 emotions :^) lol ]]

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

Hannibal raised his maroon gaze up to Tony's and slowly set down his fork and knife on his plate. They made soft clinking sounds, metal against ceramic. Firelight glinted off the knife at his throat.

The psychiatrist stared at Tony without fear. He had expected an emotional outburst. The knife was a surprise -- he would have guessed Tony would want to use a gun, perhaps his hands -- but it only served to pique his curiosity.

"Slitting my throat won't bring Dean back, Anthony. It might be satisfying, in the moment... but you'll never know where his body is if you do it," Hannibal's voice was even, calm. He reached up to gently grasp Tony's wrist. "You should, at the very least, finish your dinner."

He’d come to Hannibal’s, knowing that the man had killed his lover, and sat at his table to eat dinner with him, waiting for a moment like this- a moment when he could strike out against the man who had taken everything he loved from him. But now- in the moment- he couldn’t do it. Hannibal was just sitting there, calmly, like he didn’t have a knife to his throat. And Tony... tony was disconcerted by it.

He slowly lowered the knife, putting it back in the holster at his belt, and returned to his seat. Cautiously, he picked up his fork and knife, cutting a piece of the meat on his plate. There was no point in wasting food, he supposed, especially not food Hannibal had made. If he killed the man, there would be no more meals like this.

“Why,” he asked the singular word, voice cracking over it. But really, he’d come for answers, and that was the question that he wanted an answer to the most. “Why Dean?”

He didn’t care about the fact that Hannibal had killed someone- it was who that someone was that bothered him most. Dean was- Dean was everything. Tony had spent years wanting someone to love and Dean- Dean loved him. Dean was everything he could have wanted. And now he was gone. Killed at the hands of a man Tony had trusted. 

“Tell me that much, at least.”

#writinghannibal #v. Squad Room #v. Hungry like the wolf #death cw #violence cw

[maestro-of-minds]

Reign’s End - Closed RP

Slowly walking down the familiar dungeonesque hallways of the highest security area of the Baltimore State Hospital. Frederick Chilton reminisced when this all was run solely by him. It was surreal how much everything had changed in just a years time. It was appalling that after what happened between himself and most of those associated with Hannibal Lecter, that the doctor would simply turn himself in. This was no cowardly act -- the doctor knew exactly what he was doing. It was his way of keeping a close eye on everyone.

Frederick had changed within the year, the bullet rupturing through his upper maxilla, just missing his brain by mere centimeters. Perhaps he had been lucky, or perhaps this was his life's new continuum. After his arrest, he spent a minimum of three days within his cell before Miriam Lass put a bullet through his head. Recovery, albeit restrained and heavily guarded took a month until the news of Hannibal's reign on those he knew. They were all so blind.

Perhaps he should have been thankful for Will's continuous pursuit in proving Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper, too late but better late than never.

Reconstruction of the former administrator's appearance was a long process, but it was worth feeling a sense of normalcy. He had felt almost human by the time Hannibal was finally caught and placed in the glass chamber he deserved. Dr. Bloom was a lot more kind than he would have been.

As he finally approached the capsule that held the former doctor, he stood before it. A small smirk as the right side of his mouth curled up. "It's been a long time, Hannibal." Frederick said, no amount of spite currently expelled from his lips. @writinghannibal​

#writinghannibal #hannibal rp #nbc hannibal rp #frederick chilton rp