#zmogedra

[cstarling]

quid pro quo. @zmogedra.

#anyways... #zmogedra #LAID BEFORE HIM. STUPID LAMB IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE ; ZMOGEDRA.

[shilohgreen]

@zmogedra sent ✐ for a random sentence starter // accepting

"all my life has been murk and depths... but i am not a part of that dark water. i am a CREATURE within it."

#zmogedra #swamp creature will g.ra.ham :')

[frederickchill]

[ scared ] sender scares receiver

Those foggy evenings in Baltimore were a sight much rarer than misty mornings. Extreme humidity, mixed with the unusual for this time of the year and day lack of just about any breeze, and the wet heavy air would stand still. The fog was so turbid that it painted white over the dark skies over the city, and yet in the alleyways, it seemed to make the darkness even darker.

Frederick Chilton was feeling uneasy tonight. To be honest, he had felt this way through the day. Abel Gideon had escaped, and was on the run now, and Frederick was no wiser than to try and bury his worries in a substantial amount of alcohol at one of the downtown bars. Was it too silly he was a bit reluctant to go back home? How safe was it? How safe was anything? Did Abel bear any malice against him personally?

Lost in thoughts he almost bumped into a figure walking in his direction and immediately retreated to the side, his heart racing from an unexpected encounter. "Damn," was his first voiced reaction.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude..." he lifted his gaze to realize that he was staring at the familiar handsome features of his colleague. "Dr Lecter, you scared the... the dear life out of me."

#zmogedra #hope you are having a nice day today

[pumpkinstabs]

this time, michael, is for you to do with what you wish. we may speak, if you like; but unlike the others who poke and prod at your brain clumsily, i have no intentions of forcing that which you do not give.

That clock was not on the wall before. Michael has not seen a clock for years, ever since one of the other patients smashed one open and attempted to use it as a weapon against the doctors. But this one is too high up for even Michael to reach and has no glass protection. Before he looks at the good doctor, he inspects the time. He has been in a drugged, timeless haze for years. More than a decade. His puberty started and finished in the confinement of four eggshell white walls. It's two fifteen in the afternoon now. Michael wonders how this man managed to convince Dr. Loomis to let him see Michael. Or did Dr. Loomis bring him in? He doesn't care. It doesn't matter, in the end.

The doctor is correct. Michael will not speak, at least not with words. He will watch and listen and observe, and when he meets the other man's eyes, he is actually looking at him, not through him. Michael is much, much more perceptive and aware than Dr. Loomis realizes, than anyone realizes. Even with the heavy sedative drugs in his system, the subtle glint in the man's eyes tells Michael he has ulterior motives. Does he want to help Michael? No, likely not. Nobody actually wants to or ever wanted to. He is just a rubik's cube.

The man with the supposed devil eyes doesn't shift in his chair one bit, a wooden thing far too small for him. He is nowhere near convinced yet, but he is attentive... he would like to hear what else the Doctor has to say.

#zmogedra #ZOO WEE MAMA #MODERN VERSE.

[stamour]

♡ 🥩 ˒˒ @zmogedra's hannibal   :   ❝   you proceed from false principles. your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses. ❞

𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔     ,      they should be better at moderating what gets exposed unspoken or otherwise   .   and yet the ' always agreeable   ,   always friendly ' demeanor cracks as love is caught off - guard   ,   brow creased in a mix of confusion and mild irritation for a brief moment but it's enough to see beneath the veil at reality   .      ❝   you figured me out that fast   ,   doctor   ? ❞      the actor's tone was still surprisingly pleasant   ,   albeit a flippant tone could be caught laced between her teeth in an effort to side - step any true confrontation with what else the other might find if he peeled back enough layers   ,      ❝   people always say i'm easy to read once the cameras are off   ;   𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐   ,   𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘   ? ❞

#zmogedra #︵ ♡ 𝗚𝗘𝗡 ﹕ answers ꒱ .ᐟ #what love wanted to say was 'u not rockin wit me?!'

[ad1er]

"i'm thinking about going to the aquarium, while i'm in town," a cheek is laid upon a palm and irene looks at the doctor as she taps the dark nails of her finger against one cheekbone in thought. "it sounds like something to do." she is here to teach a masterclass at the maryland opera, but it isn't as though that leaves her with no downtime. besides, her lesson is written and all that is left is to get the students in the room, which isn't occurring until next saturday. plenty of time to burn ; too much, even, the itch under her skin insists. "is it any good?"

@zmogedra

#zmogedra

[heuretourne]

❝   Well   …   you’re   either   nine   months   late   or   three   months   early   …   So   congratulations,   Dr.   Lecter,   you’re   either   a   horrible   friend,   or   a   𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦,   𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦   good   one.   ❞         the   response   lacks   any   care   for   the   subject   matter,   as   he’s   unable   to   recall   the   last   time   he’d   paid   any   mind   to   his   birthday. the   man   paces   aimlessly   around   the   office,   eyes   scanning   framed   paintings   that   decorated   the   wine   coloured   walls.   He’d   seen   them   a   thousand   times   before,   picking   out   each   ﹠   every   detail   like   a   vulture   plucking   out   bits   ﹠   pieces   of   its   prey.   His   eyes   fall   onto   the   image   of   the   three   figures   ⸺   dressed   in   colourful   kimonos,   Japanese   script   adorning   the   sides   ﹠   lower   corners.   They   linger   for   a   moment,   before   he   casts   his   gaze   towards   Hannibal.                 ❝   ᵂʰʸ   ?   ❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓  :   i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?    :  @zmogedra .

#zmogedra #₀₁. ㅤ` ㅤ🙴 ㅤ༉ㅤ𓄄ㅤ𝗛𝗘𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘ㅤㅤ ‚ ❪ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ❫

[diablries]

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

DRIP , DRIP , DRIP . crimson stains porcelain flesh , seeping into crisp white shirt in a macabre imitation of rorschach painting . tell me , what do you see in the image before you ? side - effect of ill - fated time slip , the knife formerly protruding from betwixt bone and sinew gleaming gold in the low evening light , gruesome reminder of yet another timeline lost to the ether . more lives lost , time slipping through blood - stained fingers like the sand from an hour glass .

bright eyes transfixed by the contrast of crimson against fine carpeting , loki finally pulls gaze from the mess left in their wake to meet placid gaze . " my apologies . i was not expecting . . . " words escape them ! an uncommon occurrence for silver - tongues lie smith , teeth clack with the force of shut mouth . unfamiliar time - line , unfamiliar face , unsure what lies to give , what face to don .

#i #present this #zmogedra #/ * interactions . #/ * answered prompts .

[cstarling]

you're home free as soon as no one knows where to find you. @zmogedra / board.

#made this now i'm lying down <3 #zmogedra #EUROPE AU. #LAID BEFORE HIM. STUPID LAMB IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE ; ZMOGEDRA.

[shilohgreen]

what have we done to each other? what will we do? // @zmogedra

"we've CHANGED each other." it's the simplest and least interesting answer, something to clear out of the way before he can dig any deeper. and dig he will. as confusing as his own psyche proves to be, in hannibal's presence he crystalizes, finds organization in his messy molecules and structure where there once was none. it was no lie when he brought himself to therapy with the intention to deal with his feelings for hannibal. this is the only place that he'd be able to.

"we've cut through the skin to get to the meat of each other." a thought occurs to him, his hand has caught on something in the mud of his mind. his brow creases. their armor had been so impenetrable, their blades must be carefully crafted to slice in. but ONLY hannibal could have known just how to break through. "and we'd both grown so accustomed to being untouchable. now, there's wounds and it's all crimson and i find myself fumbling to rediscover the shape of myself in this mess." the shape of us, he means to say, but it's only written into the subtext for hannibal to find.

"we've seen the core of each other. and in the aftermath, in the HEALING... if we remain close, the flesh will fuse together." a hypothesis, rather than brazen mapping of the path laid before them. will doesn't dare to believe he could predict what will become of them. he can hope— and that alone scares him off of the topic, the idea that he would HOPE for anything with hannibal. still, the fact remains: the first future he imagines is one where his self and hannibal's are merged and indistinguishable from the other.

#zmogedra #blood // #gore //

[frederickchill]

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got.

Frederick flinched as the other man's thumb brushed close to the abrasion. They both did share a surgical background and he knew well enough that Hannibal wasn't going to explicitly touch the sore place or make it hurt more than it did. And still was instinctively drawing back from any more prospect of pain.

Inhale and exhale. Close your eyes. Relax. Something he was incredibly good at was collecting himself. Oh, he was pretty proud of this. Inhale and exhale. His heartbeat had almost steadied after the incident when a too unruly new delivery to the BSHCI overcame the somewhat careless guard and Dr Chilton, the present chief of staff, was simply unlucky to be in a way of their headbutt. Or was it a fist? Were nails involved? Hazy, the trail of events now felt veiled in a mist.

"How bad is it?"

Dr Lecter's hands were soothingly cool on his skin. What was he even doing here anyway... such a good coincidence. Or had he been invited?

#zmogedra #hello there #let me know your thoughts on their relationship prior to the show #I do have my own considerations but don't want to assume or force anything

[hobbslost]

@zmogedra liked for a book quote starter !

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”

quote from the bell jar

#i; hannibal lecter #zmogedra #hi hello #take my soul | canon verse

[stringedfangs]

the cold puts a chill in his bones ( and he knows it bothers his parasite too ) He's hiding him under a much more comfier and bulkier scarf -- the solace of the store , he frequented this place more because it seemed like no one was ever in here , still , he needs to be cautious. " what would you even make with this? " he asks , staring down at the item in hand , Maw had suggested it , but Arthur cannot imagine it could be good on it's own. The way he's speaking could be directed toward another in ear shot.

@zmogedra

#zmogedra #hi! if this doesnt work please let me know!!!

[roseguided]

@zmogedra ASKED, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒅? @ 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓

𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒, but then again she isn’t in her right mind. hasn’t been since before she looked & acted like her normal self: desirable, flirty, pretty. when her hair was soft & shiny, when her skin was clear & she didn’t look like a walking corpse ! it had been a while since she’d fed, since she was able to rip some poor, pathetic guy open for what she needed to sustain herself. ( she actually found herself missing it. the gore, the screaming, the cries, the way warm blood felt against her skin. nothing tasted better than fear, than desperation. ) how easy it was for lure a guy where she wanted with the promise of what every guy her age, college & older than is, wanted—attention or sex. or both. ; however, they never got that far. playing with her food was fun, yes, but not something jennifer wanted to draw out. he asks, & jennifer resist the urge to sigh at what she saw as obvious. maybe he saw it like that too. blue eyes cut over, ❛ a while. ❜ is all she gives, ❛ can’t you tell ? ❜ jennifer acted like she wasn’t totally vain, but she was. she was the popular girl ! ❛ my hair is dull, my skin is worse. i feel like shit & i’m sure i look it too ! ❜ now, she groans to press fingers into her eyes to rub. ❛ i’m itchy, like i could crawl out of my own skin. & i’m always hungry ! ❜ like she was starving, insides eating themselves. ❛ & i- . . i miss . . ❜

#zmogedra #muse: jennifer check #murder mention // #cannibalism mention //

[h0bbs]

there's nothing left to save now .

your body is a haunted house,   your name is a ghost   &   your blood is the frozen over pipes.   you are the neighborhood horror story that kids tell at sleepovers to keep each other up at night,   the building that people pass   &   point to with hushed whispers of rumors they've heard of the monstrosities inside.

he is right,   there is nothing left to save now.   there is nothing that remains of your reputation,   your family,   yourself.   you could not even say that you are small pieces:   waiting to be put back together in a malformed shape.   you are nothing   &   waiting for recreation.

so your head tilts   &   you try your best to scrape up what is left of our thought process,   to try   &   think of a counter point...   but you trust him.   perhaps you're just desperate for someone who says they're going to care about you to follow through on that promise   (   &   desperation leads people to do things they wouldn't dream of   /   like be a lure   ).   " then what do i do? "   your voice is shaky,   &   when you look up to @zmogedra with knitted brows,   your blue eyes bare resemblance to a whimpering deer:   a bambi of sorts.   " i don't know who i am then if...   if there's nothing left. "

#zmogedra. #v: i was born hungry. #she is simply the loml and i simply adore her #also thank you for this #i appreciate it much!

[will-iam-graham]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): dark green, deep blue, black, white, grey

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): mango, avocado, coffee, lactose-free milk, pickles

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: David Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rammstein, And One, Melotron, Brothers Osborne, Aesthetic Perfection, opera

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Silence of the Lambs, Pulp Fiction, The Ring, American Psycho, Sinister

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Hannibal, The Sandman, Friends (I also liked X-files a lot, and I don't include cartoons and anime here)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Always You by Depeche Mode

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Hannibal (rewatched for the 3rd time)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: i don't remember the title XD it was a horror movie

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hannibal by T. Harris, Talking with Psychopaths and Savages by Christopher Berry-Dee

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hannibal TV series (again, trying to finish)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: series of drabbles on Hannibal in my native language, a fanfiction on Hannibal in English, drafts and replies

Tagged by: @vulpineobedience

Tagging: @musesofhororr @mieleimpuro @drdumaurier @mpathesia @zmogedra @joshosis and anyone who wants to share, please, feel free to do this (or not, no pressure)