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murderhusbands4life · 7 months

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Hannibal Lecter X Teen Son Reader

second request sorry for the wait.

request: There's not many Hannibal having a son it would be interesting how he takes care of his kid through the years maybe when this kid grows up he moves to Paris in his teenage years but yet he has not met will graham, Then he gives Hannibal a call saying he will come visit and he meets will Graham and Abigail Hobbs then chaos from there.

i love this idea!

Fir the Lithuanian I will be using Google translate and Lithuanian will be in this font

Third person pov...

Not many people knew, well only one person knows that Hannibal has a Son and that person was Bedelia Du Maurier.

Y/N Lecter was Hanninals son, years ago Hannibal was close to one of his former patients before she became one of his victims as the cheasepeak ripper.

She had left behind a Son, a H/C haired baby with Hannibals eyes, when the man first held him in his arms he knew deep in his heart he loved this child and would keep him safe.

Young Y/Ns childhood was strange to say the least, having a physiatrist/ Serial Killer/ Cannibal as a Dad made it strange.

When Y/N was around 5 he witnessed his father kill one of his patients as they began violent with him. Hannibal hadn't noticed his son in the doorway of the office as the body slowly became cold.

But it didn't frighten Y/N only intrigued him in the anatomy of the body, Hanniabl knew from that moment on that his son was special, of course to him he had always been special but then he knew.

When he was 8 Y/N learnt of his family history and that he had an aunt but she died when his Father was young, Hannibal had also taught his Son Lithuanian, the two regularly converse in it.

When the boy was a teenager he left for Paris to study anatomy in on of their prestigious schools of art, Hannibal didn't want to let go off his child but knew it was what Y/N wanted.

The man paided fir everything so his son would be comfortable as he studied and the boy was thankful to his Father, He had promised to visit every once in a while, he kept that promise.

Years later...

Currently Hannibal, Will and Abigail were in Hannibals home watching the man cook in his emaculate kitchen as always, Hannibal had his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to work.

Abigail rolled her eyes as Will watched Hannibals every move his eyes never leaving his hands, the curly haired man was sitting on one of the bar stools opposite Hannibals workspace.

Hanibal could feel Wills gaze and had a smirk on his lips, Abigail groaned her Dads were so obvious it was sickening.

Then the door bell went, Will got shaken out of his daydreaming a blush on his face, Hannibal looked to the clock '7.40pm who could that be at this time' thought the man as un the corner of his eye he watched Abigail move towards the door.

Y/N wrapped his thin coat around his body tightly, cupping his frozen hands and blowing on them, he forgot how cold Baltimore was, taking a second he cursed remembering he had a key.

"šūdas!(1)" He hissed finding the key finally using his shaking hands to open the door, he rubbed his shoes on thr welcome mat and closed the door behind him.

As he began taking his rain ridden jacket off he called into the quiet house "Aš namie Tėti(2)" He hung his coat up, he was confused usually his Dad was already at to door to greet him.

"tėvas?(3)" He called again, getting no response the first time, the teen grabbed a scalpel he keeps in his pocket for sketching he held it in his hand held down at his side just incase, he then heard foot steps in thr hallway.

The surprise was clear on his face as he saw a strange girl in his home, glaring at the teen he held the scalpel out in front of him. "Who are you?" He exclaimed, this made the girl glare suspiciously at him.

"I should be asking you that, who are you?" The brown haired girl glared back at the strange teenager holding a scalpel like a weapon. "Abigail what is going on?" Came a smooth Eastern European voice from behind the teens.

Y/N gasps at the voice and looks up behind the girl, the girl also turned around at the voice. "tėvas!" Exclaimed the teen throwing his arms around the tall frame of his Father.

Behind then Will and Abigail looked confused almost worried for the boy who had a death wish for touching Hannibal, but to their surprise the man wrapped his arms around the boy.

"tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4)" whispers the boy as he held onto the man tightly, he relaxes when he hears his dad mutter back in Lithuanian.

"Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(5)" whispers the ash grey haired man, holding the teen tightly in his arms, after a few moments Will finally broke the awkward silence.

"Hannibal, who is he?" Askes the Agent a hint of jealously in his voice makes Abigail snort, this made Hannibal break the hug but kept his arm wrapped around the boys shoulder, he was a couple inches shorter than the older man.

Said boy looks at the man betrayal on his face. "tėvas! Have you not told then about me! I thought you loved me" complains the boy eyes pooling with tears.

Will and abigail watch Hannibal wearly, but his expression didn't change apart from him sighing softly and tapping the boys head the teen sticks his tongue out childishly.

"Oops" he says, will breathes a sigh of relief he was joking, the man blushes at his reaction to the boy saying he loved Hannibal.

"Will and Abigail this is Y/N, my son. Son this is Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs I apologise for the late introduction I was not expecting him for a few more days" Explains Hannibal eyeing his son out of the corner of his eye.

Abigails jaw drops while Will is silent. "What's! You have a Son!" Exclaims the girl making Y/N smile at her. "Yep nice to meet you tėvas has told me alot about you and his Dear Will" Says the teen cheekily.

He dodges the slap let his way by his father making Abigail laugh, Hannibal sighs at his son, over joyed to have him home finally.

Over dinner Y/N told Abigail and Will and bout himself and how he was studying in Paris in anatomy, like his father he loved sketching bodies and learning about the anatomy.

Y/N and Abigail became close, the teens loved to play pranks on the two men and secretly hint at them liking each other.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot I enjoyed writing it!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1264

Lithuanian translations

šūdas! (1) - Shit!

Aš namie Tėti(2) - I'm home Dad

tėvas(3) - Father

tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4) - Father I'm home I missed you

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena(5) -

My son, you have come home, a pleasant surprise

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(6) - My son, you are back home, nice surprise, I miss you too

#hannigram #hannibal #hannibal x teen reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter x teen reader #x teen!reader #x son reader #fluff #father son #lithuanian #will graham #abigail hobbs

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exstasyplague · 8 months

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UnPopular Jujutsu Kaisen Opinions (with arguments) PT 2

hi god. it's me again. :)

—manga spoilers!

☆ Sukuna is not stronger than Gojo

right.

i've noticed that both hardcore gojo fans and sukuna fans are delusional; almost on the same tier as the kpop stans that say their oppar is an angelic virgin who will marry them. they are willing to trash the character fighting against their favourite in a genuinely petty way 💀

in the manga it's said clearly that even back in the heian day, sukuna's presence didn't cause much uproar because times were rougher back then. the ones alive had a certain type of blood thirst so you were strong by default if you weren't dead. was sukuna the strongest back then and eventually made himself a name? yes.

gojo's birth caused a disbalance in the world.

let's not forget that. in shibuya, when he expanded his domain for 0.2 seconds, the people subjected to that received 6 months worth of information and had to be hospitalised for weeks.

(that's one of my favourite manga panels, btw. will get to that in a second)

let's do some maths.

a minute has 60 seconds. 60÷0.2= 300. 300x6months=1800. in a minute, you get 1800 months' worth of information. 1800÷12= 150. 150 years in a minute. 150÷6= 25. sukuna got information input worth 25 years of non-stop intense brain activity.

that's not only a face of brain damage. sukuna is shook by how powerful that shit was. mad props to him for enduring that. 👏

what's the point of this? to understand that gojo's power is terrifying. that shit hits you properly? it's over. it's not even instant death. it's absolute. no way, chance of recovery.

but sukuna is more well-versed in curse energy. he has a deeper understanding of it. that's his strongest skill— knowledge. gojo with his 6 Eyes can't sense people from a big distance well. sukuna could feel megumi hurting from kilometres away just because he dissected the theory of cursed energy that well, no innate technique. his use of RTC also shows that— it's one thing to get the hang of it, an entirely different one to understand it. sukuna could literally cure cancer if he wanted. (au! doctor sukuna? 🤭🤭 hanibal lecter way since he's a canon cannibal. that's how he became besties with uraume, they KNEW how to cook.)

but then you guys will be like: "ok plague, but doesn't that mean their power is equal since they both excel on their separate things?" no. LOL. knowledge can be attained— if gojo with his natural skills would have sukuna's knowledge... yeah. it would be over. but gojo is gojo and doesn't like putting in effort so he is balanced like that.

this fight is mastery vs innate talent among many other things. one of the main messages in jujutsu kaisen, especially in the plasma vessel arc, is that being powerful is sometimes not enough. and that's exactly gojo is so damn strong; he's the perfect one to prove that point. that's why he struggles against my fraudulent sweet prince. 😍

☆ Maki will never be Toji

never. lol.

people compare them, especially the ones in the jjk world because there are no other heavenly restricted people to draw a parallel between. toji's strength doesn't only come from the fact that he maxxed up his body. it's also his mentality and life philosophy— which maki will never be able to embody. giving up on everything. being all alone. giving up even on yourself and your pride, living to kill and killing to live. that's a certain desperation that's so powerful and strengthening it can not even be called desperation, just something rooting from a VERY similar place with it. toji was rejected by everything and he rejected everything around him. until he didn't and well... we know how that ended. 💀

her own principles will take her on a different path. this is not an opinion about power scaling or whatever, it's as simple as it sounds. SHE IS STRONG. BUT WILL EVOLVE DIFFERENTLY. maki is accepted by some people, by her friends. maki also has her sister; with whom she had a love-hate relationship wtv but in the end mai becomes her greatest motivation and unleash point. plus, maki became besties with that blood clan guy for whatever reason, i don't mind but that's more so to solidify my point. she was able to forge new connections and maintain her old ones.

+ all great villains/ op protags have some backstories. some curses wanted to become the real humans. some mfs were homeless. maki ain't broke enough for this toji shit bruh.

☆ Kashimo is overhyped

🤓

"when kashimo wipes out his SUPER SEKRET CURSED TECHNIQUE—" bro. shut. the. fucx. up. my man can wipe out his d1ck and all it's gonna get him is an honorary spot on rule 34.

he's has an unhinged mentality but that doesn't mean he is a goat. his only purpose in life (reason why kenjaku tapped that ass a bit) is to duel sukuna. very cool. but come on bro. YOU KNOW he is gonna have max 1-2 cool badass moments before he goes like "lul, xd. guess my life nice. bye bye minna-san☺️. the true jujutsu kaisen is the friends we made along the way."

DON'T GET ME WRONG.

if he actually does something cool and badass that will influence the plot beyond adding few cold ass panels, GGs. but there is literally no reason for all the WILD dick buffing this man is getting as of now. no basis.

you know he low-key shitting his pants watching that fight going on— would it be totally in character for him to get excited and hop in for the lols just to see how much damage/influence he'd have? yeah. but that's only because of his ambition. kthx

☆ Nanami has one of the best mentalities

i don't know and i don't care if this is popular/ unpopular.

NANAMI. THE. GOAT.

in a shonen world filled with adults that push all the responsibility on children while they fucx off to party, he is refreshingly aware of the importance his position as an adult holds. (itachi, kakashi, sasuke and naruto could've really used a nanami. you didn't hear that from me though.)

even if in the beginning he didn't really like yuji and only viewed him as sukuna's vessel, a mistake for the jujutsu world, his mentality was: "you are a kid. my priority as an adult is to make sure you are safe." (not exact quotes. when tumblr lets me post more than 10 pics i'll spam you with manga panels, i promise.)

then, he grew fonder of him etc.

"even if you are a sorcerer, you are still a kid. you shouldn't be the one to blame yourself for x event. that's the the business of adults."

in the first light novel, even gojo told nanami that he is the type to be able to save a child's heart from the poison the jujutsu world has to offer. gojo says something among the lines of "for grown ups, the poisons this world has to offer are many and we learn how to deal with them. but for a soul as enthusiastic (as yuji's and many others' teens) one poison like is enough to mess them up for life. exactly because you are the type of sorcerer to know that i'm asking you to look after yuji, even if once, as the individual he is, not sukuna's vessel."

as he was dying, a death filled with doubts and frustrations towards everything— he still thought about yuji's sake. he didn't want to become a curse to him. he could've said "well, i won't see his misery anw so i can put all this sh1t pissing me off on him". (would've been me fr, my self control 0)

that is peak adulting. peak. peak. peak.

RIP. you were one of the best, nanamin 🙏

another proof that you don't need to be mad powerful to be great and impactful.

☆ Interfering in the fight between Gojo and Sukuna would be dumb

small jjk history lesson with your favourite sensei~! ✨

who is this individual? 🤔

haruta shigemo!! 🎉

haruta shigemo was recruited to help the bad scawwyy villains to help with their plans!! yayy. all clear so far. gr8. he is not as strong as a grade 1 sorcerer but his innate technique is luck so he is super duper useful in battles!! (very cool, i know ^^)

now, let's see what happened with haruta shigemo once he faced sukuna (who was busy exorcising mahoraga).

it's fuck1ng OVER man. i've just explained how powerful gojo is and he is striking sukuna with the intent to kill. also let's not forget: sukuna himself is very fuck1ng strong. those two want to rip eachother's throats out. gojo doesn't really care so much about megumi's safety and that's a very sensible smart choice since anything is better than letting him be as he is.

"but— plague 🙄, if he is close to geting backshots then ofc people should help!! they should go against the 2 shikigamis!!! they should've stepped in from the moment gojo's nose bled."

the ONLY instance where it would be ok for someone to step in is when Gojo is literally laying on the ground DEAD or in a state similar with the thing he had with toji. (hopefully it won't happen, my majestic king gotta see another day 😔 👑)

NEVER FORGET.

haruta shigemo 🙏

☆ Side characters are meant to be side characters

crazy.

like sure bro. i cope too. IT'S FINE TO COPE. as long as you know you're coping.

but people get dead ass pissed off at gege because they "haven't seen todo in 10 years. haven't seen utahime in 1000 wet dreams. haven't seen gakuganji at the retirement home in 306 days."

i wonder why. wow. maybe it's because they are the supporting cast. stop. take a break. it's hard for everybody. i miss some characters too. but the focus on the story simply is not on them.

let me know what other copium I should debate 😘

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deathblade-oc-kingdom · 4 months

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1, 2, 4, 7, 13, 14

Hanibe, Gotura, Notimeo, Karxe, Nightshade

Hanibe -

• I mean, she did make some inventions to purposefully fail after her customer pissed her off. Oh, that grappling hook? Yeah, that's gonna let you fall halfway to wherever you're grappling to.

• Yeah.

• Everyone she loves dies.

• I mean, she will try and keep it peaceful. For as long as possible. But if bloodshed is necessary then bloodshed is necessary.

• Riptide (@starseeker-dragon knows from the original draft)

• Villains Aren't Born They're Made - PEGGY

Gotura -

• Smashed up another wyvern's clutch of eggs.

• Yeah.

• She can't find Hanibe or Notimeo anywhere.

• She'll kill.

• She hates the stuck-up human king.

• Wreak Havoc - Skylar Grey

Notimeo -

• Made sure no one found out that it was Gotura who smashed that clutch of eggs.

• Yeah.

• He's trapped in a cage being traded by humans.

• He'd kill.

• Hates anyone who doesn't like Gotura.

• Insane - Black Gryph0n, Baasik

Karxe -

• She's baby. The worst thing she's done are little mistakes.

• No.

• She never met Dawn.

• Very polite asking. If she doesn't get it, oh well, she'll live I guess.

• Doesn't really hate anyone.

• She doesn't get one, she's too pure.

Nightshade -

• Forced Dawn to get tattoos that would mark them as a Trueborn. Also abused Dawn during their Trueborn training.

• No.

• Pffft, I don't know. She's practically heartless. I would say losing Moonshine but she doesn't really care about him. Maybe losing her position as Grand Trueborn and Advisor to the King.

• She'd resort to torture if necessary.

• Hates all Rot-Bloods.

• Friends On The Other Side - Keith David

#ask answered #my ocs #oc ask #oc asks #oc nightshade #oc notimeo #oc karxe #oc hanibe #oc gotura #tw violence #tw murder #tw torture #tw nightmares

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cstarling · 6 months

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HANNIBAL LECTER: I KILLED THEM, FOR YOU. her life, so filled with blood and violent viscera already, had grown accustomed to death. to murder. not of her own hands, but others. she was always on the other side of it, not comitting but witnessing, solving mysteries, but never in time enough to save anyone. with hanibal, clarice supposed she should have expected death to follow him. naivety clouded her senses for a time ; he hadn't let her see any blood on his hands, the woman asking him indirectly ( siliently, pleading with her eyes ) to instead keep them clean. of course it wouldn't last.

she won't scream, despite what gets caught in her throat and chest. clarice recognizes the man laying in his own blood immediately - one of hannibal's dinner guests from the night before, who kept putting his hand over clarice's on the table, who teased her and hit on her and made her more uncomfortable in her skin than she had been since being in the academy. she'd thought she'd taken care of it, politely but sternly telling the man that she wasn't interested, but that clearly hadn't been good enough for hannibal. jade eyes move across the body, dead as she's ever seen any man. he was one who perhaps deserved it more than most, but clarice couldn't bring herself to admit that truth. she blinks as she looks at hannibal now, unable to move any other part of her body, for the time being. 'when did y'do this, hannibal?' she questions carefully. she could guess, by the state of his body and the congealed blood, but she wanted an answer. 'was he really so terrible that he deserved t'die?' @zmogedra.

#i'm sick #zmogedra #ANSWERED.#LAID BEFORE HIM. STUPID LAMB IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE ; ZMOGEDRA.

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handfuloftime · 1 year

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Turns out I already had a post about chapter 9 that has been languishing in my drafts since January 2020.

Not sure why I never posted this--probably embarrassment over giving up two turns into the next chapter. Anyway:

Glad that the narration (and Seliph and Lewyn’s dialogue) brought up the question of why they were fighting and who they were fighting for, as they attack the one country on the continent that is not now and has never been under Grannvale rule. Not that it necessarily answered that question (beyond “they attacked us first” and “you can’t trust Travant”), but still, it was entirely missing from the first half of the game. (Will I ever stop dragging Sigurd for accidentally conquering most of western Jugdral? No, I will not.)

It’s also interesting that we’re two chapters from the end and the army hasn’t set foot in actual Grannvale yet. Though if this is a crusade to undo the wrongs of the previous generation, dismantling Grannvale imperialism one occupied territory at a time is a good way to start.

I have a surprising amount of feelings about the Thracian royal family, considering that one of them was a kidnapped child raised by her parents’ worst enemy. Arion trying to get Travant to be more patient with Altenna, Altenna trying to call Travant and Arion by their names instead of “Father” and “Brother” but slipping up repeatedly, Arion pretending to side with Travant but actually agreeing with Altenna (though not enough to lay down his arms when it really mattered), Travant handing the Heaven Lance to Arion and flying off to get himself killed when he hears of Altenna’s defection... yeah. Good stuff.

Hanibal seems like a good guy, even if he was an absolute nightmare to recruit.

Ngl, I was shocked when the reinforcements Arvis had supposedly promised actually showed up, because the last time he’d promised to send reinforcements was when he hung Reptor out to dry.

All of the sibling interactions are great, but I want more cousin interactions. Let the Jungby kids talk to each other!

“Guess I’ll die.” -Travant, probably

When Julius showed up to save Ishtar last chapter, I assumed it was because he didn’t want his fiancée to die. Now I’m very, very worried about why he’s collecting almost-dead villains.

I’ve had the Thracian theme music stuck in my head for two days straight.

And from the current (Feb 2023) playthough:

I’m very fond of the chapter intro showing us Travant dashing from castle to castle on his wyvern to check in on his captains. It feels like he’s putting in a lot more effort than most of the bosses. And his theme music is great.

So I ended Chapter 7 with Julia at level 9 and was worried I wouldn’t be able to get her to change class before the opening of chapter 10. Anyway, she grew eleven levels in Chapter 8 (as I realized that having her heal people is a guaranteed 20 exp every turn, and she got three free levels from rescuing villagers), and then swept the arena (growing another two levels) after changing class, so. She’s scary now. She’s already doing 50+ damage to everyone who isn’t a mage, can’t wait to see what happens when she gets her holy weapon. (Update from the end of the chapter: she’s level 26 now).

And Seliph went from level 12 to level 19 over the course of this chapter--still a little behind where I’d like him to be, but considering how much I’d neglected him in favor of Julia it’s not bad.

The recruiting Altenna/recruiting Hanibal/defeating Travant sequence was frustrating, to put it mildly. I ended up doing it basically backwards (killing Travant before recruiting Hannibal so that at least Hanibal would stop attacking me, then sticking a unit on the castle entrance when he ran off to get reinforcements, which trapped him in there until I could capture the other castle to get Corpul). It wasn’t pretty, but it worked. Eventually.

Killed Travant with Finn, mostly because he was the only other unit within range, but it felt fitting.

I forgot to get a screenshot to add to the Chapter 5 collection, but Altenna saying that she could bring Arion around if she only had a little more time... ouch.

And Arion insisting on fighting on because it’s his family’s fate... Love characters who know they’ve been doomed from the beginning. Oh, this game.

Once again had a lucky escape due to baffling AI choices, as Travant’s squadron that had parked on top of Seliph and Julia all decided to go throw javelins at Larcei instead. I think one of them actually hit her.

All of the reunion conversations are really getting me this time around, but Finn and Altenna’s almost made me cry. Between him crying and admitting he’d never thought to look for her (when she was just the next country over!) because he was sure she was dead, and her reminiscing about following him around as a kid... yeah. This really is the Feelings About Altenna’s Families chapter.

Next up: the two chapters I have never played! This will be fine!

#jugdralblogging

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blindedbythedarkness · 4 years

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somebodycallixii · 3 years

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Thoughts about Strangers from hell have been swimming in my head all day and i cant stop thinking about the similarities to NBC's Hannibal and Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl, so i starting looking up quotes from both of them and theres just so many that fit with Strangers From Hell?? these are the ones i liked the most so far.

(I wanted to make one of those compliation quote posts but I didnt wanna steal gifs or anything. So if someone wants to use these for something please feel free!!! im just obsessed with all of this!!!)

gone girl:

“I was told love should be unconditional. That's the rule, everyone says so. But if love has no boundaries, no limits, no conditions, why should anyone try to do the right thing ever?"

“Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.”

“Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?”

“Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.”

"The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that?"

hanibal:

"With all my knowledge and intuition I could never entirely predict you. I can feed the caterpillar, I can whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches follows its own nature and is beyond me."

"Did you believe you could change me the way I've changed you?" "I already did."

“Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?” “Mine? Before you, and after you."

"killing must feel good to God too, he does it all the time-- and are we not created in his image?"

"You fantasize about how you would kill me. Tell me, how would you do it?" "With my bare hands."

I had a hard time finding quotes from SFH without me basically re-watching everything, so if you have any that come to mind please add on to the list!

#strangers from hell #hannibal #gone girl #jongwoo x moonjo #hannigram #hell is other people #text #kdramas #the running theme of changing someone in attempt to make them better #but only in one persons very demented viewpoint #is so interesting like each of these stories are about some individual manipulating #or exerting so much influence over someone #that that person becomes almost unrecognizable by the end #the concept of moral corruption that way is so interesting!!!#im dying!!!!

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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And the Woman Clothed With the Sun...

3x09

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, nightmares, talk of children and having them

Author’s Note: I really really liked this episode. I love playing with dynamics SO MUCH. I hope you guys like this?

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary: As the search for Francis Dolarhyde (Richard Armitage) continues, Will starts imagining himself in Dolarhyde's tormented psyche -- and asks Hannibal for help with the serial killer's profile; a new woman (Rutina Wesley) enters Dolarhyde's life.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95 @sweetgoodangel

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“That’s the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court,” Hannibal said. He turned around slowly, acting as though he were not surprised to see you and Will together. The thin line of glass between the two of you Hannibal seemed so thick.

The truth was, you had never truly gotten over Hannibal. You had pretended to, for the sake of Will, but you had never really stopped thinking about what he could be doing. There was a link that the three of you had with each other that was unexplainable. You had started a new life. But your old one still called your name.

“Hello, Dr. Lecter,” Will said simply. He was contained. You fed off of his energy to keep yourself in check as well.

“Hello, Will. Y/N.” He stepped closer to the two of you. “I believe congratulations are in order. I apologize I couldn’t make it to the wedding. Alana gave me some pictures, to taunt me presumably.” You smiled. You thought about Hannibal holding the pictures of you and Will laughing, beaming at each other. “Did you get my note?” You nodded.

“We got it. Thank you,” you said simply. You and Will stood close together. He had his coat draped over his arm and you held the papers from the cases.

“Did you read it before you destroyed it? Or did you simply toss it into the nearest fire?” Hannibal asked. You scoffed a bit.

“We read it. Then he burned it,” you promised. He nodded.

“And you came anyway.” Hannibal eyed you. “I’m surprised you let that happen.”

“We all falter in some ways,” you said simply.

“I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter,” Will said to break the conversation. He still didn't trust Hannibal with you. Reminiscent of the days you used to work with Hannibal.

“Yes I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?” Hannibal asked.

“I’m more comfortable the less personal we are,” Will said. Hannibal looked over at you, eyeing your entire body. He made note of the scent. The scent off of both of you.

“Your hands are rough Will. I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion.” He looked at you. “Did you steal that perfume from my home?” he questioned. You stiffened. You had gotten some perfume from his home as they cleaned it out. You ended up liking and buying another bottle over the years.

“I’m here about Chicago and Buffalo. You’ve read about it, I’m sure,” Will said.

“I’ve read the papers. I can’t clip them. They won’t let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he’s choosing them,” Hannibal commented. You held up the case file.

“Thought you might have some ideas.”

“You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself Will? Or your wife?” Will let out a sigh.

“I expected more of you, doctor. That routine is old hat.” Hannibal nodded stiffly.

“Whereas you are new people,” Hannibal said. “Let me have the file. An hour, and we can discuss it like old times.” You nodded happily at that, pleased he would help. You shoved the file through the document tray and into the cell. Hannibal came close to collect it.

“Thank you,” Will muttered.

“Family values may have declined over the last century, but we still help our families when we can.” He took the papers. “You’re both family.”

Will grabbed you around the waist, eager to leave. Your eyes lingered on Hannibal’s for a moment longer before you and Will left the room, swallowing his true words.

You looked around Alana’s office. You hadn’t seen it since she had moved in. It looked better than when Chilton had run it. Perhaps that was just because you liked Alana more. The problems you once had with each other had mostly scabbed over. She was maid of honor at your wedding. Interesting, considering the fact you had once fought feverishly over Hannibal.

“It’s good to see you looking well. But I can’t help wishing you weren’t here,” Alana said. She sat on her couch. Her suit was pristine, her hair perfect. You admired her.

“You aren’t the only one,” you commented.

“I was surprised Jack came back in one piece,” she said. You nodded, running a hand over your pants before sitting down on the couch beside her. Will stood up, looking out the window.

“You weren’t the only one,” Will said, turning to both of you.

“How did it feel to see him again?” she questioned. You looked at the ground. Will sat down beside you, in between you and Alana.

“Like Hannibal was looking through to the back of my skull. Felt like a fly flitting around in there. I had the absurd feeling that he walked out with me. Had to stop outside the doors and look around, make sure it was just Y/N,” Will commented.

“I know that feeling. At least Jack Crawford’s pleased.” You pursed your lips but stayed quiet.

“He showed me pictures of the families. I looked at Y/N and couldn’t say no,” he argued.

“Damn my presence,” you joked softly. Will slung his arm around the couch behind you, his fingered brushing your shoulder.

“And Jack was counting on it.”

“Are you still with Margot?” you asked, eager to change the subject. She took a deep breath and nodded, thinking fondly of her wife.

“Yes. We have a baby. A Verger baby. A son,” she said. You smiled. You and Will had talked about kids. You wanted one. You were working for one when Jack spiked both yours and Will’s stress levels.

“Good for Margot,” Will said.

“Good for me. I carried him. He’s my son. He’s the Verger heir.” You smiled.

“Then what are you doing here? You’re set for life,” you pointed out.

“There are only five doors between Hannibal and the outside. And I have the keys to every one of them,” she said. A daily ‘gotcha’ to Hannibal. Will admired that. “Hannibal has never been great with boundaries. ‘He who sups with the Devil needs a long spoon’.”

“I am not letting him in, Alana. Don’t worry about me,” Will said. She looked at you sympathetically.

“Last time, it didn't’ end with you Will.”

“I want you to stay here,” Will said, standing outside Hannibal’s cell door. He hadn’t stepped inside yet. Hannibal could not see him. You scoffed.

“We’ve been over this. I follow you, even if you say no.”

“This time, I mean it. I think I’ll get more out of him if he isn't’ distracted with you.” You raised an eyebrow.

“You sure you aren’t jealous?” He gave you a look. “Fine, fine. Please be quick.”

Will stepped into the room, leaving you outside to wait. Hannibal looked up at him from his desk.

“This is a very shy boy, Will. I’d love to meet him,” Hannibal said. He looked around. “Just us?”

Will nodded.

“Just us.”

“Have you considered the possibility that he’s disfigured? Or that he may believe he’s disfigured?” Hannibal asked.

“That’s interesting.”

“That’s not interesting. You thought of that before.” Will nodded.

“He smashed all the mirrors in the houses, not just enough to get the pieces he wanted. The shards are set so he can see himself. In their eyes. Mrs. Jacobi and Mrs. Leeds. And their families,” Will said. Hannibal pulled out the picture of a dead Mrs. Jacobi.

“Could you see yourself in their eyes, Will? Killing them all?”

Will instantly regretted leaving you outside.

The two boys imagined themselves in the crime scenes, looking across the dead bodies of the families.

“The first small bond to the killer itches and stings like a leech,” Hanibal said. “Like you, Will, he needs a family to escape what’s inside him.” Wills head shot up but he did not look at Hannibal. “You know a fair amount about how these families died. How they lived is how he chooses them.”

“How is he choosing them?” Will asked.

“I was surprised to hear you actually married Y/N. Not because I thought you weren’t a match made in heaven but it made more sense for you to start a family from scratch. No one that had even an inkling of me in their eyes. Find a mom with a stepson or daughter, not having to breed. You know better than to pass the terrible traits that you fear the most,” Hannibal said. Will did not look at him. Hannibal continued. “But Y/N wants children with you. How will you stand to look at a child you may have ruined before they were even born?”

Will desperately wished he hadn’t left you outside.

“Why are there no descriptions of the grounds? I see floor plans, diagrams of the rooms where the deaths occured, no mention of the grounds. What were the yards like?” Hannibal continued, satisfied with how he had shaken Will’s personal life.

“Big, fenced, with trees. Why?”

“If this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it before he tidies himself up. If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing. One must show some consideration for the neighbors, hmmm? Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?”

Will suddenly saw himself in place of the killer, naked, drenched in pitch black blood.

Will snapped back and nodded quickly.

“Thank you Dr. Lecter,” he said before stumbling out of the door. You sat on the outside in one of the waiting chairs. Will looked over at you and seemed to relax but not completely.

“Will?”

He grabbed you and you stood up quickly, hugging him tightly. He buried his head in your neck and you let him, rubbing your back.

“This is why you don’t go without me places,” you muttered. He scoffed but his breathing was already evening again. “What did he say?” He moved back and shook his head softly.

“We’ll talk about it later. I want to see the backyards.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, I suppose.”

He walked out of the asylum, holding your hand tightly. Freddie snapped a couple pictures from the bushes.

“Have you come to wag your finger?” Hannibal asked as Alana entered the room behind him.

“I love a good finger-wagging.”

“Yes, you do. How is Margot?” Alana ignored the remake as she gleaned down at the picture of her as Botticelli’s Fortitude.

“Your cogs are turning, Hannibal. I can hear them clicking.”

“Click, click, click, boom,” he whispered.

“I don’t know what you’re planning with the Grahams. But you’re planning something. Why wouldn’t you be? You’ve already cracked the lid, can’t resist peeling it back.”

Hannibal pursed at the name. Alana noticed this.

“You can’t comment on her last name anymore you know. They’re married. She is, in the eyes of the law, a Graham now.” Hannibal stiffened.

“They came to me,” Hannibal said, ignoring her words.

“Yes, they did.”

“I advised them against it.”

“I’m sure.”

“Are you suggesting I don’t have Y/N and Will’s best interests in mind?” he asked. Alana scoffed.

“I’m stating it as a fact.”

You stepped into the room with Hannibal’s cage. He looked up, quite surprised to see you. You held your purse in both hands, stepping closer to the cage.

“Hello love,” he said quietly. You let his words fall off of you like rain. They stayed for a moment, dripping down your arm before hitting the ground. “I don’t imagine you’re here to talk about the murder cases.” You shook your head softly. He walked up to the glass quietly. You stepped close to it, so you were really only a couple of inches apart.

“I came to yell at you,” you said. He raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever for?” You smiled gently and shrugged.

“Lots of things. Firstly, you didn’t kill Jack when you got the chance. I’ll never forgive you for not feeding him to me in soup.” His eyes went wide.

“Careful Y/N. Alana watches these tapes.”

“She would probably agree with me.” You took a deep breath. “Secondly, not coming to my wedding. I know you were otherwise indisposed but I thought it was rather rude.”

“I thought it was rude of you to get married.” You shook your head playfully. The same banter. Joking with a cannibal serial killer. Just another Tuesday.

“Third, I told you to leave.” The air seemed to calm.

“Does Will know you’re here?”

“No. I didn’t tell him.”

“Did he tell you he’s scared of his own children?” You raised a finger, shaking it gently.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Will is no longer my boyfriend I dated a couple of months. He’s my husband. You can’t wedge yourself between us no matter how hard you try.” You wanted to put your hand against the glass but you didn’t. “But I miss you.”

“Where do you work nowadays?” You shrugged.

“I had to get another secretary job but I’ve mostly worked up enough to take this amount of leave. My last employer wasn’t exactly the best reference.” He laughed.

“I suppose you’re right.” He paused. “Eating well?”

“Better. No people in the diet these days.”

“Pity.”

“Will!” You broke Will out of his thoughts. You were standing in the back of the Jacobi house. Will had just found a small sign on one of the trees. He was about to get into it but you had broken him out of his mind. “It’s Freddie.”

Will walked out from the trees and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Now are you just keeping America clean or is that evidence?” Freddie asked.

“You’re trespassing, Freddie,” Will said sternly.

“I was trespassing before the blood dried. When did they call you? Interesting to see The Bloody Valentines back at action. Beautiful ceremony by the way.”

“We aren’t talking to you,” Will said, grabbing your arm. You followed him.

“We’re co conspirators, Will. I did for you and your cause.”

“You didn’t die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was asleep. You flipped back the sheets and shot a picture of my temporary colostomy bag,” Will said, turning to her.

“Covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You’re welcome,” she said.

“Justly so,” you argued carefully.

“You culled us the ‘murder threesome’. Little crude, don't you think?”

“You did run off to Europe together. Doesn’t help that the two of you ended up getting married. How does the Tooth Fairy compare to Hannibal Lecter? Haven’t seen anything like this since the Massacre at Muskrat Farm. Funny thing about that massacre. Not only did Dr. Bloom survived, she got rich. Lecter’s living in the lap under her care. What kind of arrangement you suppose they have?” Freddie asked.

“A complicated one,” you said sternly.

“Couldn’t be more complicated than your relationship with Hannibal. Both of you. You paid him a visit? Before you lie, know that I know that you did,” she said quickly.

“Good-bye Freddie.”

“I read your note before my office forwarded it to the Grahams,” Jack said, standing in front of Will. Hannibal swallowed, understanding.

“To whet their appetite or yours? You’ve placed him back in the pot and you’re letting him cook.”

“We’re all in this stew together.”

“Arguable considering how close Y/N is to drowning you.”

You stepped into the hotel room where Will was already sitting on the bed. You ran a hand through your hair and let the chilly cold wash over you as you entered the warm room.

“How are the dogs?” he asked.

“Good. The dog sitters said they were missing us but other than that, they’re okay,” you promised. You looked down at the dog that was laying on the ground beside the bed. “She’ll be right at home with them.”

You sat on the bed and Will sat up, putting his arms around you from behind. You smiled about him, happy to see he was feeling better.

“I’m worried about the kids,” he whispered.

“The kids who don’t exist?” He laughed gently.

“Yeah. I don’t want them to end up like me.” You nodded slowly.

“So that’s what Hannibal said that got you worked up.” You took in the information. “If the kid isn’t like you I don’t think I’d be able to love them as much as I love you.”

It was his turn to take in the information.

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope. I’m serious. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve had the pleasure of loving you Mr. Graham.” He kissed your neck gently and smiled to himself.

“I love you too Mrs. Graham.”

You let out a small sigh of relief.

Will screamed as he sat up quickly, sweating aggressively, blankets flying. You got up just as quickly, turning to him but he had already gotten up, rushing into the bathroom. You followed him, sleep that had just taken you over long gone.

You practically ran up to him. He was looking at himself in the mirror, fear in his eyes at his reflection. You grabbed him quickly and he turned to you, wrapping his arms around you. You didn’t speak. You didn’t ask questions. You just held him as close as you could get him.

Nightmares had come back. Neither of you had had those in a while. You rubbed his back and let him breath.

3x10

#will graham x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #will graham imagines #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal imagines

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bisexualcrowley · 4 years

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Breathe

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n turns to Frederick in the middle of a severe panic attack, and he guides her through it

Content/warnings: Panic attack, breathing troubles, unsafe driving, hurt/comfort, established relationship, end is hella fluffy

Word count: 1,584

Your eyes widened in horror at the sight before you, frozen in shock behind the window. You had headed up to the observatory on an anonymous tip sent to the FBI, saying that a figure had been seen carrying something suspicious into the building late at night. It was still dark when you arrived, and you used that to your advantage, parking a block away and sneaking in the shadows up to the building. Seeing a dull light through one of the smaller side windows, you stopped, silently loading your weapon and approaching the window.

Working alongside Will on the ripper case had forced you to prepare for the worst, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight inside the observatory.

Your hand clamped over your mouth to stifle a scream, knees buckling under you as you watched the horror inside. Dr Hannibal Lector, someone you had considered a good friend, had the frozen body of your coworker Beverly Katz laid out on a table in front of him, slowly sawing her into pieces. Shaking, you pulled out your camera and snapped picture after picture of the horrific scene before the panic fully set in.

Your brain shot into overdrive, stumbling backwards in a frantic attempt to get away before he saw you, slipping on the icy ground as you sprinted back towards your car. You threw open the door, falling into the seat and slammed your foot down on the gas pedal, car shooting forward and away from the scene.

You drove frantically, heart racing and praying that Hannibal didn’t see you, car speeding down the highway.

A sob escaped your throat, hands white knuckling the steering wheel as you sped around a corner, finding yourself at your boyfriend Frederick’s house. A voice in the back of your mind was telling you you shouldn’t have come here, the two of you hadn’t been dating long enough and he shouldn’t be dragged into this, but the thought was drowned out, the buzzing of the saw cutting apart your friend replaying over and over in your mind, and you stumbled out of the car, heart pounding as you scrambled up the steps and slammed your fist against the door, over and over and over. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, banging on the wood until your hands were bleeding. Finally you heard footsteps from inside, rapidly approaching the door, and you had the sense to step backwards, seconds later to be met with a sleepy and confused Frederick.

He was dressed in gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt, covered by a loosely tied blue silk robe, something you at any other time would have found comforting in contrast to his usually so put together appearance, but tonight exacerbated your feelings of dread

His eyes widened in shock at the sight on his porch, ushering you into his house and locking the door behind you.

“Sweetheart what happened? Come on, talk to me, are you ok?”

Frederick’s voice was quiet, hoarse from sleep, but with an unmistakable note of concern, and that’s when you lost it, collapsing against a cabinet and sliding to the floor, hands pulling at your hair as shuddering sobs wracked your body.

Frederick was at your side immediately, murmuring soft words of comfort and untangling your fingers from your hair, not wanting you to hurt yourself.

“F- fre- fred it- h- hanib- ha- hannibal- h- he- b-bev- beverly-”

Your words came out in panicked gasps, rocking back and forth on the floor, hands pulling at your hair again.

“Shhhhh, shh shh shh, it’s ok sweetheart, don’t talk, you’re ok, everything's ok. Just breathe, you’re ok” Frederick’s voice was soft, even after you cried out and slapped him at his attempt to put an arm around your shoulders, him settling at a close but not smothering distance after.

You sobbed even harder, choking as your throat tightened, gasping for air while trying desperately to get the images of Beverly out of your mind.

Everything was coming in waves now, nausea mixing with the panic, pain, grief, it was overloading your brain, all there was was death, pain, murder, pain. Your chest tightened more, hyperventilating, desperately trying to draw air into your lungs, but the effort proving futile.

Your eyes widened in fear, fingers coming down to yank at your shirt’s collar in another useless attempt to free your airway, and Chilton swore under his breath, flying forward and helping to loosen your constricting clothing.

“Shit shit shit, deep breaths honey, we gotta calm down a bit, ok?” Frederick moved to your side once more, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead, wincing at how you trembled beneath him.

You tried desperately to calm yourself, but each attempt making it worse. Your gasps turned into wheezing, head lolling downwards as your lips began to turn blue

“Fucking shit, oh god, cm’mere sweetheart, i’m gonna get behind you, ok? I’m not gonna hurt you, i gotta help you”

Frederick scrambled to get behind you when you gave a frantic nod of agreement, chest heaving painfully as tears began to fall again, and sucking in a desperate breath as Chilton tucked a hand under your chin and tilted your head back, freeing your airway slightly

“Sweetheart i need you to focus on my breathing, ok? Keep your back to my chest, and try to match me when i take a breath, alright? ”

His left hand came to rest just below your right shoulder, holding you securely against him as he took slow, deliberate breaths, chest rising and falling underneath you.

Your arm flew back behind you, fingers finding their way into your boyfriend’s hair, tangling there as you shook, breathing slowing slightly.

“Good job, oh you’re doing so well darling, come on, you can do it, keep breathing with me, deep breaths, there we go” Frederick praised, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

Slowly but surely, your breathing slowed, body untensing until finally each breath you took was taken with Frederick, who sighed in relief and released his hold on your neck, allowing your head to fall backwards to rest against the crook of his neck, your hand dropping from his hair down to rest on his wrist, thumb stroking his hand.

Finally trusting yourself to talk, you opened your mouth to speak, voice coming out a hoarse whisper.

“Freddy i... i saw the ripper. it’s Hannibal Freddy, he got bev... he killed Beverly, Freddy, and i couldn’t do anything, i took pictures but i couldn’t stop him, i-”

Frederick shushed you, wiping the newly fallen tears from your cheeks and shrugging his robe off, pulling it around to tuck the fabric over your shoulders, arms slinging around you to pull you into a hug.

“It’s ok darling... Nothing that happened is your fault, you did so well, going there, taking the pictures... You’re safe with me, y/n, everything’s gonna be ok” Freddy hummed against your ear, arms tightening around your waist.

“Come on, lets get you cleaned up, ok?” You nodded, sniffling quietly before shakily getting to your feet, Chilton guiding you with gentle movements.

“You’re alright darling, go take a shower while i call Jack, i’ll send him the photos you took and then we can get your hands cleaned up”

You had forgotten about the damage you had done while at Freddy's door, looking down sheepishly at your bloodied knuckles, but did as he said, taking a hot shower and emerging to find a pair of your boyfriend’s pajamas waiting on the counter for you to put on, and a steaming mug of your favorite tea in the living room, along with Frederick throwing bits of paper into the fireplace from across the room.

He smiled at the sight of you, and you managed a small smile back, taking the mug and tucking yourself into his arms on the couch he was seated on. Neither of you said anything for a while, as if speaking of what had happened would turn it from a hallucination to reality.

“What did jack say?”

You broke the silence with your question, thankful that the tea had soothed your voice enough that the rough edge it had before was almost gone.

Frederick leaned forward to pull a blanket over your entangled bodies, tucking it up around your shoulders and kissing your cheek when you snuggled further into him.

“He said the photos and crime scene were enough for a warrant for Hannibal's arrest. They took him into custody 20 minutes ago, and he says they never would have suspected Hannibal, he would have kept killing if it wasn’t for you”

You nodded, unable to find the right words for the situation, and settled on brushing your lips against Frederick’s and curling up on his lap again.

He smiled down at you, fingers combing through your hair, to which you let out an appreciative hum.

“Thank you Freddy” You mumbled against his chest, eyelids growing heavy. “for everything”

“Shhhh. Sleep now, darling, it’s been a long night” he whispered, continuing to stroke your hair, eyes glowing with affection at the sight of the sleepy smile you wore on your face, eyes fluttering shut.

“Love you, Freddy”

Your words were barely audible, exhaustion clouding your voice and words muffled by the blanket, but Frederick heard it, and his heart skipped a beat, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“I love you too, Y/n”

#frederick chilton #frederick chilton imagine #hannibal #nbc hannibal #raul esparza #hurt/comfort #angst #hannibal imagine #fanfic #oneshot #requested #trigger warning #hurt comfort #whump #chilton x reader #chilton imagine #frederick chilton x reader #fluff #hannibal one shot

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ebficnotes · 3 years

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Oblivioin Mages Guild Anvil Notes

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Anvil_Mages_Guild

A city said to be nice and quiet, full of fairly happy people who admire their leader, the Countess. Nothing appears to contradict this so far, though I do wonder how such a ideal port location can be called "sleepy". You'd think it'd be like New York or Maimi.

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Hannibal_Traven

Hanibal Traven is from Anvil.

Traven used to be the magister of the Anvil guildhall before Carahil got the position. There's rumors that she bought her way to it by supporting him.

She seems a bit disgruntled with the Arcane U. At the end of her req quest she goes something like how remarkably fast they forget about us little people.

She hates necromancy too, but she seems competent otherwise and takes her job seriously. I'm thinking she didn't buy her promotion as such, but did support Traven in his campaign expecting more than she got. Maybe Traven isn't returning her calls. Kinda puts that Bruma magister in perspective. She's an idiot, so I didn't make much of her claims to know Traven my first time through, but now I'm wondering who else Traven has forgotten about now that he's got what he wants.

Only thing against this take is she still speaks well of Traven. Could be wishful thinking though. Look at how many people still think Trump is a reliable person. What kind of good things has Traven done for the Guild? Need to see if there are any besides the necromancy thing, since that was arguably a bad thing.

One of the rumors is that there is more structure in the guild, but everyone is tense for reasons they can't name. This oddly reminds me of a scene in one of the Barenziah books I think, talking about her meeting with Jager Tharn while he was disguised as the Emperor. Think he's using illusion to hold the Council of Mages hostage? Carahil is also the illusion trainer there. Maybe Traven was her pupil.

Something else that's weird is the new mandate that divides each guild hall into different specialties, which may not be that weird I suppose, but why is Anvil restoration? They don't even have any trainers for that. Carahil herself is illusion, and the others there are destruction and alchemy. Wtf? I wonder if the other guildhalls’ specialties are so randomly unfitting, because if they are, again, wtf.

I'm for now utterly ignoring the fact that he by all appearances heroically kills himself for a cause he believes in. Lets just see where this goes....

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Baeralorn

I haven’t found him yet, but there's also a necromancer there. A not-hostile one, named Baeralorn, who lives at the Castle. The UESP page says the Countess funds his work, so clearly she is tolerant of it. Interesting...

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Colin_Stedrine

Also, Colin Stedrine the butler is a dremora in my game. No idea why, but it certainly fits the above. I've got mods Installed, but only the unofficial patches and a few qol type things. TES bugs strike agan:]

#tes #oblivion #oblivion playthrough #game notes #anvil #mages guild #eboriginal #hannibal traven #spoilers

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Howdy there! How are you?

Self

My name is James Home. I’m a 23 year old trans male from Olympia WA. In time zones that’s PST (Pacific standard time) am a visual artist, graphic designer, and storyteller. My Briggs acronym ENFJ. In saying so I’m a huge talker and communicator, physically and literally! Personal interests of mine include BOTW, FFXV, and Hanibal atm. I have a lovely and incredible wife named Isabella. We both additionally like DND (were even painting our minis), collecting Halloween decorations, and watching Avatar the last air bender with our roommate. Though I do have a history in plenty of other fandoms as well and always on the lookout for recommendations.

Preference

So for myself I love to take care of my Rp partners in all accommodations possible.

Meaning if your heart has been craving fluff, rough smut, or a plain ol hug. IM GAME! If none, no biggie let’s make a plot spot!

Roles I usually fall under are but not limited too….

-DOM , Vers, Power bottom

-caretaker, guardian, teacher

-father, handler, knight

-beefcakes, robots, selfless leaders

And so much more!

The roles I lean towards are

-caretaker, strong and silent-ish type, and flamboyant entertainers.

-male roles, trans male roles, open to trying a female role?, non binary, pangender role.

- I do enjoy topping, some aspects of BDSM, and some hard kinks.

-fallen leader, relearning about a loving world, hopeful in a dark world.

-not taking their role as important as they should have or are, “I’ve been doing this for years. But this is new”, and “I brought you your favorite drink wanna cuddle, I’ll provide the sugar?” Types

And so much more!

As far as story things themes are

-highly complex kingdoms

-High pace fantasy

-society by the ocean

-abandon green houses

-heavily dense forests

-fae and fiend worlds

-AUs of pre-existing universes from shows

-magic incorporated

-supernatural

Worlds we design collectively.

My HARD NOs are…

NO MINORS ROLEPLAYING WITH ME, 19 AND UNDER DO NOT APPLY

-abuse in active Rp (can be used from background and really has to depend on circumstance)

-harm of any children

-harm of expected mother

-any form of r*pe play

-blood play, degrading play, hard impact play

-crying kinks, humiliation kink, and electric play

-no smoking kinks either or character usage of substances.

Writing

I’m not too big on proper grammar or sentence structure as long as there was an idea getting across. I’m ok with role playing as many people as you’d like to actively work on, so doubles, and even triples are okay. Plus working two different stories is fun! I do prefer paragraphing and we all know the feeling of one word responses. This is a hobby and creative outlet from myself so that’s why I have no big stressors about punctuation or spelling.

Storytelling

Here are some story concepts I’ve come up with. Yet if you’d like to imply your own let’s talk about it!

Counterpart pathways

A magical filled fantasy realm where all is possible including the bad. One summer day a incubus/demon hybrid named Jona, father of three, learns someone has kidnapped all three of his boys! He's on the hunt for clues and finding them at all costs. Gathering the best crew possible of Moof the best wolf bounty hunter in all the realm, Bell the boys spider caretaker shapeshifter, and Glover the bull/bison hybrid the green alchemist, set off to find the children. Along the way by gathering clues they encounter obstacles and trials of skill and pursuit! Will they ever find the three octopus babies ? Will Jona have closure and put on a shirt? Will Bell ever stop stealing everything shiny? Will Moof grow more confident in his teammates? Will Glover not stop shaking and being such a wuss? Who will help this odd 4 on their epic abnormal quest?!

Puddles

A time traveler that gets stuck in between dimensions due to their powers temporarily weakened from the extensive work they've been doing end up meeting a stranger who takes them in. Not used to the timeline they shows up in, they have to knowledge of normal behavior. They must figure out a way to recharge their abilities but has not of the slightly clue as to what it causing them to have lost them in the first place. Is the person that's helping them good or evil? Who's side are they on? How will they figure them out? Why do they find the stranger oddly familiar?

When men become mortal

An alien/robot/human species that survives by using different masks/chips for various occasions. It's like buying different clothes but they adapt or transform the hoist for a month or less of another body/form/identity. The main character experiences a technical difficulty where their head socket cannot adapt to a new face for long and has to get it repaired. Though along the way he seems to find that not wearing a false identity they actually enjoy seeing the outside world with no expectation of appearance. The other is a identity artist, the one whom develops different faces and identity. He spends hours tweaking details of bodies and faces. He always has the nicest things because of his work and from important commissions and work for certain clients.They meet at a gallery that the artist is hoisting at a museum. The individuals there are decorated like some of the model pieces and others artist curators-part sellers. The faceless one decides to go to the museum to see what's or who's being showcased and since he has a little bit of extra money he saved up for the occasion. Everyone finds him interesting since he doesn't have an appearance, they think he's a model. Thus they send him to meet with the artist for the show. The artist doesn't know him at all. They find eachother very different but most parts similar. From their meeting the artist gets inspired by his original face. Coming to realize that even himself that he has given into the world he never wanted to.The two of them hit it off. Both dwelling into the matters of the "perfect" vessel. Asking the serious questions such as what makes a body, a face, a soul attractive? They go on for hours and it starts to inspire the artists work into his new resorted craftsmanship. The faceless impressed by the purposed questions and also work. The two of them grow closer resulted from talking so much about bodies and meaning. All the while testing out the new creations, body parts, and vessels capabilities. Not all though is good while the two develop this hoist. There's a villain at hand who one of the artist's main clients that goes unsuspected. They want to use the designs to create a vessel for the bad and wealth. Only to include to kill off all humans.The two of them hit it off. Both dwelling into the matters of the "perfect" vessel. Asking the serious questions such as what makes a body, a face, a soul attractive? They go on for hours and it starts to inspire the artists work into his new resorted craftsmanship. The faceless impressed by the purposed questions and also work. The two of them grow closer resulted from talking so much about bodies and meaning. All the while testing out the new creations, body parts, and vessels capabilities. Not all though is good while the two develop this hoist. There's a villain at hand who one of the artist's main clients that goes unsuspected. They want to use the designs to create a vessel for the bad and wealth. Only to include to kill off all humans. Thus forces the artist to reveal his true identity. A human being. Not a hologram. Plus he's not just an artist but a ex-con scientist from the labs that have bloomed into a internalized war. Faceless becomes confused and also hurt that the artist to mention this. Only for the two of them being followed. The artist informs the robot that the hybrids (the children of the robot-species, generations of offspring) are the real threat to society. The one who hoists and is in charge of the power sorce is human and machine. The first of its kind, and also the previous mentor of the artist/ex-scientist. Who will get to the power source first. Our main dynamic couple or the robotic uprising that believe all humans should cease to exist once and for all?

Gay Cryptids

Themes

Active night life

Next to the ocean, sea, body of water.

Beach city/lost boys/Mad max?/punk/ regal?/neon lights/old mascots/vapor wave af

Carnival / festivals

Dark market authenticity

Biker gang(s)

Aquatic features, art, incorporated in surroundings

Lifestyles like fish importing, dock workers, sushi shops, fancy diners

Common foods are all fish and sea foods

The city was a work in process for a resort city, and a major violent storm came too early taking out some of the fancier parts of the island. Most of the higher end houses and mansions were believed to be damaged in the outer edges of the island. There had been a castle built as a main part of the hotel/resort. Old costumes, sets, mascots were left to rot by the seas breeze. Barnacles, ivy, and vines with exotic flora and fauna growing wildly cover the buildings. Possibly even growing in the mansion and other houses. The main part of the biker gang is in a abandoned church next to the sea caves is where the biker gang mostly resides and work primarily as hit men and women. The island would be decided by the two head family of vampires one powerful family versus the other in over control if the current situation of resort in the actual tourist location.A rambunctious gang of young cryptics disguise themselves as human during the daytime but during the night it's quite the time to be alive and young. Various story arcs of love and lust between the group members figuring out their own sexualities and forming adulthood. Though most of it is all of them just fucking around.A rambunctious gang of young cryptics disguise themselves as human during the daytime but during the night it's quite the time to be alive and young. Various story arcs of love and lust between the group members figuring out their own sexualities and forming adulthood. Though most of it is all of them just fucking around.

Plausible locations

Old mill

Carnival / freakshow

Rides and amusement

Abandoned Church

Greenhouse

Garden

Boat house

Log cabins

CAMP grounds

Old schools

Warehouses

The Docks or Port

Boat houses

Boat docks

Abandoned Hotel

Studios

Bike store

Surf or like diving store

Knickknack shack

Ma and Pa restaurants

Antique stores

Downtown

Library

Hospital or infirmary excotic masion

I have story plots for days SONNNN so these are at skim level for plot.

If you’d like to contact me the best ways are

Discord at

Agodnamedhome#4202

[email protected]

I work from 11:30 to 4 Monday-Friday

But available before, and after for sure.

Thursday’s at 5 are my therapist appointments

Weekends are 100% free atm

Looking for a long term, short term, a friend!

#long term rp #oc rp #mulitfandom rp #email #discord #writting #hobby #rp #roleplay #looking for an online friend #pacfic northwest #orginal content #submission

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agodnamedhome · 4 years

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Howdy there! How are you?

Self

Preference

So for myself I love to take care of my Rp partners in all accommodations possible.

Meaning if your heart has been craving fluff, rough smut, or a plain ol hug. IM GAME! If none, no biggie let’s make a plot spot!

Roles I usually fall under are but not limited too….

-DOM , Vers, Power bottom

-caretaker, guardian, teacher

-father, handler, knight

-beefcakes, robots, selfless leaders

And so much more!

The roles I lean towards are

-caretaker, strong and silent-ish type, and flamboyant entertainers.

-male roles, trans male roles, open to trying a female role?, non binary, pangender role.

- I do enjoy topping, some aspects of BDSM, and some hard kinks.

-fallen leader, relearning about a loving world, hopeful in a dark world.

And so much more!

As far as story things themes are

-highly complex kingdoms

-High pace fantasy

-society by the ocean

-abandon green houses

-heavily dense forests

-fae and fiend worlds

-AUs of pre-existing universes from shows

-magic incorporated

-supernatural

Worlds we design collectively.

My HARD NOs are…

NO MINORS ROLEPLAYING WITH ME, 19 AND UNDER DO NOT APPLY

-abuse in active Rp (can be used from background and really has to depend on circumstance)

-harm of any children

-harm of expected mother

-any form of r*pe play

-blood play, degrading play, hard impact play

-crying kinks, humiliation kink, and electric play

-no smoking kinks either or character usage of substances.

Writing

Storytelling

Here are some story concepts I’ve come up with. Yet if you’d like to imply your own let’s talk about it!

Counterpart pathways

Puddles

When men become mortal

An alien/robot/human species that survives by using different masks/chips for various occasions.

It's like buying different clothes but they adapt or transform the hoist for a month or less of another body/form/identity.

The main character experiences a technical difficulty where their head socket cannot adapt to a new face for long and has to get it repaired. Though along the way he seems to find that not wearing a false identity they actually enjoy seeing the outside world with no expectation of appearance.

The other is a identity artist, the one whom develops different faces and identity. He spends hours tweaking details of bodies and faces. He always has the nicest things because of his work and from important commissions and work for certain clients.

They meet at a gallery that the artist is hoisting at a museum. The individuals there are decorated like some of the model pieces and others artist curators-part sellers.

The faceless one decides to go to the museum to see what's or who's being showcased and since he has a little bit of extra money he saved up for the occasion. Everyone finds him interesting since he doesn't have an appearance, they think he's a model. Thus they send him to meet with the artist for the show.

The artist doesn't know him at all. They find eachother very different but most parts similar. From their meeting the artist gets inspired by his original face. Coming to realize that even himself that he has given into the world he never wanted to.

The two of them hit it off. Both dwelling into the matters of the "perfect" vessel. Asking the serious questions such as what makes a body, a face, a soul attractive? They go on for hours and it starts to inspire the artists work into his new resorted craftsmanship. The faceless impressed by the purposed questions and also work. The two of them grow closer resulted from talking so much about bodies and meaning. All the while testing out the new creations, body parts, and vessels capabilities.

Not all though is good while the two develop this hoist. There's a villain at hand who one of the artist's main clients that goes unsuspected. They want to use the designs to create a vessel for the bad and wealth. Only to include to kill off all humans.

Thus forces the artist to reveal his true identity. A human being. Not a hologram. Plus he's not just an artist but a ex-con scientist from the labs that have bloomed into a internalized war. Faceless becomes confused and also hurt that the artist to mention this. Only for the two of them being followed.

The artist informs the robot that the hybrids (the children of the robot-species, generations of offspring) are the real threat to society. The one who hoists and is in charge of the power sorce is human and machine. The first of its kind, and also the previous mentor of the artist/ex-scientist.

Who will get to the power source first. Our main dynamic couple or the robotic uprising that believe all humans should cease to exist once and for all?

Gay Cryptids

Themes

Active night life

Next to the ocean, sea, body of water.

Beach city/lost boys/Mad max?/punk/ regal?/neon lights/old mascots/vapor wave af

Carnival / festivals

Dark market authenticity

Biker gang(s)

Aquatic features, art, incorporated in surroundings

Lifestyles like fish importing, dock workers, sushi shops, fancy diners

Common foods are all fish and sea foods

A rambunctious gang of young cryptics disguise themselves as human during the daytime but during the night it's quite the time to be alive and young.

Various story arcs of love and lust between the group members figuring out their own sexualities and forming adulthood. Though most of it is all of them just fucking around.

A rambunctious gang of young cryptics disguise themselves as human during the daytime but during the night it's quite the time to be alive and young.

Various story arcs of love and lust between the group members figuring out their own sexualities and forming adulthood. Though most of it is all of them just fucking around.

Plausible locations

Old mill

Carnival / freakshow

Rides and amusement

Abandoned Church

Greenhouse

Garden

Boat house

Log cabins

CAMP grounds

Old schools

Warehouses

The Docks or Port

Boat houses

Boat docks

Abandoned Hotel

Studios

Bike store

Surf or like diving store

Knickknack shack

Ma and Pa restaurants

Antique stores

Downtown

Library

Hospital or infirmary excotic masion

I have story plots for days SONNNN so these are at skim level for plot.

If you’d like to contact me the best ways are

Discord at

Agodnamedhome#4202

[email protected]

I work from 11:30 to 4 Monday-Friday

But available before, and after for sure.

Thursday’s at 5 are my therapist appointments

Weekends are 100% free atm

Looking for a long term, short term, a friend!

#rp #rp partner search #rp search #oc rp #orginal content #writting #fantasy #smut #fun #art #self promte

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paceprompting · 5 years

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Corruption Pt. 1

@ryane-monju requested both hannigram and merthur, where Merlin is Will’s cousin and with dark!Arthur and Hannibal. I know I completely dropped the ball at getting any prompts out in a timely manner, but hopefully I can be a little bit forgiven with this first piece. I think I’m planning on splitting this request up into little mini-chapters, so hopefully you find this first one entertaining and want more!

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Arthur slid his fingers under the running water, along the flat end of the blade, wiping the fresh blood from the metal and down the drain. Arthur watched it with strange fascination until all traces of red were gone. There was soft clatter behind him - the rustle of plastic and the back and forth of voices - as he finished with the knife, wiping the blade and handle with an antiseptic wipe and placing it back into its stand with the others.

Before Arthur could step away from the sink, a hand came over his shoulder and reached for the knife, lifting it gingerly from the block with two fingers. It swung in front of Arthur’s face for a moment before the wrist flicked and Hannibal was holding the knife properly, blade pointing up as he inspected it with a focused gaze.

“I thought you said no fingerprints.” Arthur commented, eyeing Hannibal’s hands as he further inspected by grazing the knife with his fingers.

“It is my knife,” he answered, finally placing the knife back where he had found it. “My fingerprints are supposed to be on it. It would be more suspicious if there were no fingerprints.”

Arthur flushed and clenched his hands around the edge of the counter. He’d hoped to do well with this kill - impress with what he had learned so Hannibal would keep him around.

Hannibal was quiet, staring off toward the back of the house where his partner, also his husband, was finishing with the clean-up. Arthur was familiar with the man, vaguely from before he went under Hannibal’s wing, and better now after some time.

Arthur waited for Hannibal to continue the conversation, unsure he could do so without further embarrassing himself. His nerves crept up his spinne, starting to fill up his chest with doubt. Hannibal had always commanded with fear and respect, and fear was starting to win out.

Hannibal spoke, finally, accent lilting up with amusement, “You are very good with a blade, Arthur.”

Arthur resisted the urge to preen with the compliment, swallowing down his excitement, and turned his head slightly to meet Hannibal’s gaze and say, “Thank you.”

It was a lot like staring into a dark abyss of a creature who’d spared your life because you were interesting for a moment.

“Yes, it was very clean work,” Hannibal was watching Arthur carefully, though his tone was casual. “No unnecessary damage, even when he was trying to make you angry. He should make several fine meals.”

“Bastard deserved it,” Arthur bristled, rage surfacing again even though the man was already dead.

“How is your partner faring? His stitches should have come out by now.” Hannibal leaned his hip against the counter, and crossed his arms over his chest.

Arthur nodded. “Yeah, stitches are out, everything’s healing. Just a few bruises left.” He gnawed at a nail, picturing the particularly nasty gash that had been on the back of Merlin’s head. “Thank you, again, for helping him before the ambulance came.”

Dragging Merlin, beaten and bleeding, to his car and making sure he stayed awake while he’d driven frantically to Hanibal’s residence had nearly given him a panic attack. In hindsight, calling emergency services to the house of a killer on the run was probably a mistake, but Hannibal had never mentioned or chastised Arthur about that point. Or that Merlin had bled all over his floor.

Other than a dismissive shrug, Hannibal said nothing, looking out toward the back of the house again as Will crossed the hallway into their room.

“Does your partner know you kill for him?” Hannibal asked.

“No. No idea.”

Will’s dog barked from the backyard but Hannibal stayed silent, watching the door that Will had passed through, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip.

Arthur swallowed around the lump in his throat, treading a thin, deadly line as he asked, “Do you kill for him?”

A wide, frightening grin spread across Hannibal’s face and he sighed wistfully.

“Oh, yes. Often.”

Arthur followed Hannibal’s gaze, which had not moved from the open doorway where they could hear Will opening and closing drawers. He and Hannibal had been on opposite sides once...but now they were inseparable, because of both murder and love.

Arthur had Hannibal’s darkness, but did Merlin have Will’s?

“I’d like to invite you for dinner, Arthur.” Hannibal stated. Arthur eyed him, tensing up in case he needed to run. Perhaps Arthur had just crossed a line, and Hannibal’s casual persona was merely a trap.

“As a guest,” he clarified, chuckling at Arthur as he turned to face him with an amused look. Arthur felt that he could breathe easier, but his heart continued to pound in his chest. Arthur had not betrayed the trust of the Chesapeake Ripper, but he knew it was smarter to be wary of the top predator in the room.

“Both you and your partner. You must bring him with you.” Hannibal continued the conversation, stepping away to open the fridge. He thoughtfully spent a moment looking inside before beginning to pull out ingredients, one a liver Arthur was recently acquainted with. “From what you and Will have told me of him, I think he could be amenable to what you do for him.”

Arthur’s heart picked up, not in fear, but at the thought of finally showing Merlin the extent of his care for him. Of being with Merlin as Hannibal was with Will. Of revealing his last, and most dangerous secret.

Arthur could try to hide his excitement, and play the rest of this game - because everything with Hannibal seemed like a life-sized chess match - close to his chest, but Hannibal would have already seen the hope in Arthur’s posture and the silence he had let go on just a little too long.

“I’m not sure how to bring up that you and I are...friendly now.” Arthur had never put a label on his partnership with Hannibal, always switching roles. He could be a student one moment, only to be an observer or the teacher the next. He could easily become ‘victim’ as well.

Hannibal pulled the knife Arthur had finished cleaning from its stand and cleanly sliced the liver Arthur had cut from a man’s body in half. He seemed unfazed with Arthur’s statement, masterfully beginning to prepare his meal.

“I’m sure,” he said finally, pausing mid-cut to look up across the room at Will, who had emerged from their bedroom, phone held up to his ear, as he met Hannibal’s gaze with an endearing smile. “it won’t be a problem.”

Arthur watched Will with a quizzical look, but the man never took his eyes off of Hannibal, even as he said, “Merlin? Hi. It’s your cousin, Will.”

Will bit his bottom lip as Merlin spoke on the other end. Hannibal still hadn’t resumed his cooking.

“Yes,” Will said softly. “We were wondering if you and Arthur would like to come to dinner next week..”

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I know things seem a bit tame for having dark!characters, but the next part definitely has darker actions from pretty much everyone, so there’s that to look forward to. I hope you enjoyed the first part of Corruption, and the rest of the requested prompts that will be coming soon! Please keep requesting prompts, and if you enjoyed this, comment and share!

#merlinxarthur #merthur fic #merthur #hannigram #hannibalxwill #dark!arthur #dark!hannibal #dark!will #dark!merlin #murder husbands #corruption pt 1 #corruption #prompt fill #request fill

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primaltek-blog · 5 years

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psixiatros dead ⦁ 1 predator dead ⦁ 1 prideitor dead ⦁ 1 prideitor kills something (a lesser being)(primaltek)(bruce lee)(isokinezix) ⦁ programming dead ⦁ coding dead ⦁ all programming languages are dead ⦁ al pacino owns a slave named larry king ⦁ violence in sports (close combat)(usbforthesoul) ⦁ weapons in sports (close combat)(usbforthesoul) ⦁ internet dead (dark web) ⦁ 1 jedi dead ⦁ cryptostocks dead ⦁ digital currency dead(IMION1ON48&48ON1ONIMI) ⦁ ||| policemen dead ⦁ the bastard/piece of scum (male nurse) who scared me (1st psychotic episode) dead ⦁ invega dead otsuka dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous ⦁ akineton abilify dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous ⦁ eleni thimioselfezegocha dead ⦁ prime minister of izrael dead (from new york to izrael) ⦁ war russia vs turkey (win russia) start 22/7/2021 ⦁ war turkey vs greece (win turkey of course) start 7/8/2020 ⦁ karamalis dead (coded language) ⦁ alex grey dead ⦁ velopoulos dead (yakuza) ⦁ tipos lithinoi (3rd eye) dead (bruce lee) ⦁ pokerstars dead (primaltek) ⦁ sizegain deadotsuka dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous ⦁ abilify dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous ⦁ nuclear disaster in America (north america)(isokinezix) ⦁ terrorist atax in Europe (isokinezix) ⦁ veneti dead ⦁ ||| travelia dead ⦁ spirakos psixiatrio dead ⦁ The pope is dead.next pope is black (darker skin). the next one is woman ⦁ plaisio computers dead ⦁ public dead ⦁ mediamarkt dead ⦁ cosmote(former ote) dead (I made a lot of money there) ⦁ Christina Chasou dead (cancer) ⦁ blioska thriskeftikos dead (tafoplaka) (primalgrey) I own nobel prize. I own turing machine prize. They belong to me. I against I (Massive Attack)(Banksy). artificial intelligence(threat: destruction oh human race). Umbrella Cor (biowarfare) (biosoul). I own internet. I consume it like an ordinary product. I AM your true champion. (no sponsors) robert de niro's punchline "vaxines emvolia" private armies. united states of europe. argentineRrrr brainstorming: definition: procedure of expanding an idea/concept such as the above (I AM brainstormer) Ego Ime o ethizmos. I dikia mou i agapi sfazi. I Am your Icon .You are free to do as I tell you (times4 I/we/I comand) .tell the truth pig (refering to cop). Reject recomendations from family Dark Budizm (levitation) sevir penalty ⦁ viazmos apo 9 ⦁ aferesi erotogenon zonon (thiles genitika organa) ⦁ aferesi nichion ⦁ kopsimo glosas ⦁ vgalsimo dodion ⦁ tiflosi ⦁ aferesi akois ⦁ stirosi ⦁ breaking bones ⦁ death ⦁ death from above

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