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[motheriing]

the thing you posted || @bcnquet

“We share scars now,” heels click against the floor as she steps up to his holding cell where she has ordered him to rot in the darkness, away from the light and away from all human contact but her own and a few armed guards. Stepping close to the bars, she gives little thought to him harming her when he so easily can. “I think we are on level ground now. Negan says you need to talk to someone for your own mental health -- you get me.”

#bcnquet #✘ z o m b i e a p o c a l y p s e // t w d #lmao the sass that may or may not happen while he's in savior jail

[reichsfuhrerjohnsmith]

@bcnquet continued from here 

John is a man of paramount stubbornness, a trait that is often helpful in his line of work, an advantage over a weaker man who bends too easily at ones will. The stubbornness however often gets the best of him when it needn’t be there, this was a situation as such, trying to pass off a fair wound as nothing more than a scratch when his blood stained uniform would in fact argue otherwise. His teeth grind together as he sets his jaw into a fine line, his gaze falling upon the doctor at his hint of humor given the circumstance they find themselves in. 

The comment elicits the slightest of smirks at the corner of John’s lips, subtle and yet amusing all together. “Different times, where they not? When such a …scratch could prove fatal, are we not above that all now? More ... civilized.” Even so he does as directed, he sits back and doesn’t yet move.

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[withoutapprcval]

@bcnquet liked for a starter.

She’d been watching him scrawl in that little notebook of his for a good minute now, probably ready to pull a diagnosis out of thin air and give her a handy-dandy prescription that she’ll dump in the trash as soon as she got home. Her sister forced her to come here -- to talk to someone -- but the first second upon meeting this doctor, she already was glancing at the clock.

Here goes nothing. She couldn’t stand the silence. “Is your name actually Hannibal?”

#bcnquet #;ivy to the rescue! again! (interactions)

[insidiovsone-blog]

❝You’re kind of a celebrity, y’know. A real go-getter.❞ It seems appropriate, lingering atop the mantle in the dark, legs crossed at the knee. He’s thoroughly enchanted by this man, the things he does, games he plays. A wild ride he never wants to end. Thus, the show must go on. ❝Not real keen on CANNIBALISM myself -- chewy, messy load of shit -- but it sure gets your news crews’ panties in a knot. Points for originality.❞

@bcnquet

#v:masquerade. ( main. ) #bcnquet #i couldn't stop myself.

[cynocephaliiar-blog]

i love how wolfin’s utter hatred of hannibal lecter started because of alana bloom and now it’s not even about alana anymore she just fucking hates him in general

#bcnquet #monstricidal

[rcalmofmagic-a-blog]

008.

008. — Break one of my muse’s bones.

it didn’t take long for selina to realize she was losing the fight that she really didn’t want to be in to begin with, albeit she really had no choice if she wanted to get out of this situation alive. when it seemed safe to use her powers in order to defend herself, a scream of pain left the woman’s lips as the sound of a bone breaking filled the air. the pain of having her arm being broken was so bad that selina collapsed to the ground, tears falling from her eyes at just how painful it was to have a broken limb. knowing she couldn’t just focus on her injury & allow that to keep her from finishing this mess, selina glared up at the man & reached out her good arm. using her adrenaline to focus on sending a surge of energy at the man which cut off his air supply. “break another bone on me & i’ll leave you gasping for breath until you die, fucker.”

                                                    @bcnquet dun angered selina!!

#violence tw #|| selina vc: tRy Me BiNcH #bcnquet

[tcrniishedcopper]

bcnquet replied to your post: would anyone be interested in interacting with a...

um yes, hannibal would love to mess with that shit

p e r f e c t. he’s an investigative and forensic android that analysis blood samples ect by tasting it 

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[behaviorisms-archived]

     His head tilts to the side at the correction, appraising. “Oh, it’s always been dark. I’d argue the darkest of times inspire the most fervent devotion.” His lips twitch. Will Graham may be adrift, but it’s well-masked behind irony, distant amusement.  “Are we just sinners in His hands, waiting for judgment?” 

     “Or is that just Him playing too?”

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#bcnquet #v ⦔ like a chair made of antlers #( eyeZOOOOOMS )

[governmentofficial]

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      Mycroft receives a sidelong glance from his adopted son before Hannibal    turns away again, attentions directed back on the cucumber he had been sli-    cing against the kitchen countertop. They were on the afterimage of another    MISUNDERSTANDING, a similarity he shared with a newly-missing woman.    The authorities departed after some common question-slinging, and Hannibal    had returned to dinner preparation.

             “I believe no one.” Hannibal countered calmly. “You know me better than    that.”

“Well, I’d hope that you believe me from time to time.” Though, Mycroft did have to admit that it would likely be sensible for Hannibal to never trust him, just as he suspected it could be clever to never trust his son. The two of them were both impeccable liars, even to each other.

“There will not be more questions, I hope. While I am certain that you are fully capable of dealing with such things, they are still rather irritating. It would rather ruin the day, I should think.”

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SHOUTOUT TO @bcnquet FOR BEING THE ABSOLUTE CREAM OF THE CROP PLS FOLLOW BUT BE CAREFUL BC KITE HAS A SPOODER COLLECTION SO BLACKLIST THE SPOODER TAGS IF U R LIKE ME A COWARD

#midget under the mountain. ( shitpost. ) #bcnquet #i'd say where the fuck have u been #but i kno u been busy #also ilu so pls come back and torment both my sons #the cute one and the douchebag #ed's obvi the cute one

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[rcalmofmagic-a-blog]

bcnquet replied to your post: guys it’s offical; i can’t show a woman’s...

but we DON’T have skin

right how could i forget. 

#bcnquet #|| i'm done with this flagging thing

[delxsive]

@bcnquet [ x ]

         ❝ i must’ve forgot-- you CAN’T trust me. ❞ 

#bcnquet #v; error in my genesis

[behaviorisms-archived]

@bcnquet // plotted 

     Slow, deliberate footsteps carry him past an iron maiden, a scold’s bridle, a breaking wheel. Cruelty, immortalized in wood and wire and iron as it has been in flesh. 

     Here only the bones remain of these ancient torments. Bones and an ache, visceral and pulling, that has nothing to do with set and circumstance. He’s here. 

     Will Graham makes no attempt to hide his presence. He’s beyond fear or consequence, all of the former things having been bled from him what feels like lifetimes ago. And once more he doesn’t know what he wants, doesn’t know what he intends. The knife in his pocket feels heavy as God. He speaks to the darkness.

     “Little surprise, finding you here.” 

#bcnquet #v ⦔ hell is empty and all the devils are here #( 👀 👀👀 )

[governmentofficial]

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       The boy stares at the extended, directing finger with both eyes focus-   ed with an intense anger; but none enough to act on such a thing. One   eye swelled black, the result of the skirmish that had gotten him into this   situation.

       Blood touched the floor here and there, left behind by the child that had   taunted him in passing. It was perhaps fortuitous that no one else had been   around to see the fight, but he would never have been able to clean himself   up in time to avoid the eye of Mycroft.

       Saying nothing, although perfectly capable of doing so by now, Hannibal   eventually relents, sliding into the chair with legs that were barely long enough   to be flat on the floor.

When Mycroft had decided to adopt a child, he had not expected to be in this situation. The parents of his son’s opponent had been apologised to and hurried away - not that they had wanted to stick around anyway - and now his focus was fully on the boy before him.

“I hope you are aware that you have just completely torn apart my reputation,” Mycroft began, his glare not diminishing under the other’s own, angry gaze. This was going to take a lot of work to fix. He’d be able to achieve it, of course, but it was going to be terribly tedious.

“Tell me what happened,” he demanded. “Why did you hurt him?”

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[agentharrisonofshield-a]

Smash or Pass Hannibal Lecter!! !

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.@bcnquet

I’m starting this one OOC because Vivian has two very different answers, based on whether we go with the idea that Hannibal is her psychiatrist or someone she met a a museum function, since both options have been discussed.

A.  “Ew.  Ew ew ew the word ‘pass’ does not effectively express how much I am passing on this.”

B. “He’s cultured, intelligent, well-spoken, attractive, dresses better than any other man I know, knows art, and I hear he’s a sublime cook.  I’d smash that with Mjolnir.”

#answered meme #bcnquet