Hello everyone, it’s been ages since I’ve been here. I just wanted to let anyone following me know I am now only role playing on Discord but that you can massage me here or on my personal blog hiipsterpan.tumblr.com if you want to rp over discord with me. I have quite a list of muses for anyone interested.
For all my roleplay partners:
Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.
And one morning I just ran away while it was still dark. I then heard a strange noise. Like a child’s voice. I went downstairs … outside. I crept up to the barn. I was so scared to look inside but I had to. The lambs. They were screaming. At first I tried to free them. I opened the gate to their pen … but they wouldn’t run. They just stood there. Confused. They wouldn’t run. I took one lamb, and I ran away as fast as I could.
I don’t know why I ran. I didn’t have any food … any water … and it was very cold … very cold. I thought if I could save just one … but he was so heavy … he was so heavy.
Georges Bataille, from ‘Visions of Excess: Selected Writings 1927-1939′ (via aegeane)
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
“Let me remember the list she’s announced…Paranoia, trust issues, lack of stress relief, callousness - not that it’s inapplicable to her, but she thinks I’ve become a threat to the children. Always have been. A wise woman, she is.”
❛ perhaps we should address your lack of stress relief. stress can be quite damaging to one’s physical & mental health. ❜ hannibal had his suspicions about what sort of man he was dealing with. violence would be his stress relief. all it would take is a nudge in the right direction & then things would become interesting.
do not mistake a lack of mercy as a lack of compassion. there is
grace in savagery & beauty in destruction. in death one transcends
& becomes something more. immortalised in the art created by the
sharpest of blades. the worst of humanity made perfect for a single
instant. in that moment they know what it is like to see the TRUE
image of god.
—— written by Damien
flaws/strengths - bold which applies to your character. Italics for any that mildly true.
Forceful | Fearful | Enthusiastic | Obstructive | Spontaneous | Pushy | Trustworthy | Loose-tongued | Respectful | Mistrustful | Tolerant | Undisciplined | Observant | Sloppy | Optimistic | Rude | Caring | Contemptuous | Generous | Short-sighted | Practical | Passive | Considerate | Aggressive | Self-assured | Bossy | Inspiring | Chaotic | Adventurous | Cynical | Lively | Blunt | Persuasive | Stand-offish | Serious | Vague | Idealistic | Inflexible | Warm | Moody | Humorous | Indifferent | Friendly | Intolerant | Determined | Wasteful | Patient | Stubborn | Orderly | Reckless | Disciplined | Inhibited | Ambitious | Naive | Dedicated | Greedy | Flexible | Fanatical | Logical | Dull | Open | Arrogant | Accurate | Lazy | Independent | Selfish | Intelligent | Complaining | Tactful | Impatient | Creative | Hard | Honest | Shallow | Straightforward | Strict | Appreciative | Shy | Versatile | Prejudiced
bold any fears that apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable (and add your own if they aren’t listed)
the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals (any kind) | supernatural monster/animals | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched (without given permission) | powerlessness | hopelessness
“Of course I do,” Patrick responds with a flourish, keeping the vial still in his hands. Without another beat, he turns away from his test subject, placing the vial on the nearest table. Vivid eyes glance back at the man, gaze focusing on the twitch of his hands. “I’ve always found experimenting on rats to be excessively cruel. Humans are much more…deserving of such treatment. Something I’m sure we can agree on in some respect.”
Fully turning around, Patrick leans against the table, head tilting to the side curiously. Surely the effects should have started. “You resemble a rat more than a human now, though. Very…feral.”
to be described as feral brought a slight smile to his lips. the good doctor seemed as human as any other on the surface but underneath he was a monster. feral was an apt description of his true nature.
fingers twitching he could feel the poison in his system. it was strong, well suited for it’s purpose but hannibal had experience with poisons & his body was resistant to succumb completely. ❛ what do you believe i’ve done to deserve such treatment? ❜
“I was lost. I don’t think I had any direction in my life for several years.”
Because war did not create homes for children. War did not allow for families to come home, or for siblings, separated, to reunite. War took and did not give back. She could still remember the sound of the shells whistling through the air, and the dying screams of her parents’. Like wind through a tunnel, the memories howled. Sometimes they allowed her peace; often times, they did not.
“I hated myself that I couldn’t find anything better. That I couldn’t reach anything better. I was desolate. And I thought that you were dead.”
She couldn’t meet her brother’s gaze. Mischa had hoped she would be able to feelsomething upon their reunion (given that it happened at all), but she could only sit and feel a crippling numbness overcome her senses.
it was like a shock to the senses to see her alive again. the very idea of it something he thought impossible. those men, they said she was dead, said they ate her, that he ate her. seeing her now it was clear they had lied.
the war had torn apart families, destroyed his completely, & changed him. it gave him freedom to become the monster. before it had clawed at him, desperate & hungry. after there was nothing of his it could destroy. or so he thought, but here she stood perfectly breathing & whole.
❛ you are home now. that is all that matters. we are both alive & you are home. ❜
hello there. i’d like to say sorry for being away over the last week. i sincerely hope to be getting stuff done semi regularly on this blog as i absolutely love hannibal. i’ve found him fascinating since i was a teen & he is such an interesting muse to write.
anyway i wanted to give a little shout out to a few people who have truly made this blog something special. so here is to those lovely people. thank you all for being with me on this journey into the mind of hannibal lecter. <3 @worserthoughts @revvupyourharley @murascki @wasthelure @starliingisms @nigellecter
THIS BLOG WILL RP, FOLLOW & SHIP WITH MULTI-MUSE BLOGS
this blog will rp, follow & ship with multi-muse blogs
this blog will rp, follow & ship with multi-muse blogs
this blog will rp, follow & ship with multi-muse blogs
** feel free to reblog this if you rp, follow & ship with multi-muse blogs as well.
☹ I’m an anxious mess who’s too scared to approach people
⚠ I’m intimidated by your writing
⌚ I have no time right now and need to wait until I’m less busy
☯ I can’t see how our muses would meet/interact
✂ I sent you something and you never replied
✒ You’re mutuals only and you don’t follow me because I’m a side blog
✑ I’m a side blog and I’m worried you don’t know about my blog or don’t want to interact with a side blog
☢ Your rules intimidate me
❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine
☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you
⌇ Your face claim makes me uncomfortable
✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you
☾ I feel like I bother people
⚔ Our headcanons don’t align to the point where our muses couldn’t interact
⚖ I see you interacting with a select group of people and am worried you don’t want to interact with new people
⚐ English isn’t my first language and that makes me nervous to approach people
✉ I don’t know how best to contact you
☆ Other: ____________ (write in your own reason)
Did You Know That Not Every Villain Needs A Redemption Arc Sometimes People Are Just Bad
🐡 - How protective do you get about your muse? I am very protective of my love for my muse but I also understand that he is a villain. I would never defend the actions of my muse or try to write them off because of a tragic backstory.
🐟 - When you’re not online, what hobbies do you have? When not online I enjoy reading or playing video games. I’m also do cosplay & special effects makeup. I’m just a big nerd.
🐬 - How many other fandoms are you in? Do you rp in them too? 🐡 - How protective do you get about your muse? 🐟 - When you’re not online, what hobbies do you have? 🐠 - Do you write fan fiction? Or other forms of story writing? 🦐 - What sort of characters become your instant favourites? The heroes? Villains? 🐙 - What similarities do you have with your muse(s)? 🐳 - What’s currently highest on your plot wishlist? 🦀 - Are you feeling a little salty today? If so, why?
Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me UNAFRAID.
Indie, private, highly selective && canon divergent NIGEL from (The Necessary Death of) Charlie Countryman. Written by KATHY.
