Hi, guys, it’s been a long time. I would really LOVE to bring Will back, the problem is my theme background has somehow vanished so if anyone would like to make me a new one so I can get started again, i would love that?
How many people would rp with Will if I moved him back to my multi?
Oh man it’s been a while since i’ve been on this blog. I’m not dead and I’m still around! in fact i’m gonna be coming back to this blog so expect replies soon!
I havent vanished completely i promise. My muse for Will is still here but its hard to enjoy him when i keep thinkimg abput the drama that happened recently. Im working on getting over it and hope to return soon. In the meantime you can find me @brokcnlegacies or @giingerstallion
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DR. LECTER
For a moment it seemed as though the other had already fallen asleep indeed. Though, a second later, the man slowly, idly, moved, glancing at Hannibal. The expression on his face was nearly a reproach in the darkness of the room. He wasn’t surprised that Will knew what he had intended to say.
“Will you?” The disapproval was audible in his voice; however, it wasn’t as though he could force Will to act responsibly. It wouldn’t cause too much harm to let him rest first, even though it went against Hannibal’s medical advice.
He would certainly make sure though to have him drink a lot the next day, starting by morning. Hannibal wouldn’t take no for an answer then.
“I shall let you sleep, then. Never hesitate to come to me if there is something you need. Good night, Will.”
He’s relieved that Hannibal doesn’t press the issue further. He’s too tired to fight with him, the sickness he’s experiencing making it hard for him to want to do anything but sleep. He closed his eyes once more, turning into a more comfortable position on his side.
“Good night, Doctor Lecter.” Will muttered, pulling the blankets further onto his form. The shivering had died down by now and he was comfortable enough to sleep. Although he doesn’t want to sleep, he no longer had the energy to fight it.
Besides, he’s safe in Hannibal’s home. He didn’t need to worry about sleep walking and the nightmares would come regardless. Sleep was the best bet for him and so it’s not long afterwards that Will is falling asleep.
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character aesthetic // will graham from hannibal (tv)
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ANA
@staghaunted :: this
she’s always hesitant about initiating contact, half-certain it wouldn’t be welcomed. not by her at any rate. most of the time she’s better off pretending she doesn’t notice it when she’s become so starved for attention that she’s actively seeks it out. some kind of reminder that she’s still here. still corporeal even though parts of her are always fading and she doesn’t know how to get them back. he picks up on her nonverbal cues and she nearly lets out a sigh of relief when he pulls her close. she settles there, quietly content for what feels like the first time in a decade. leans a bit into the touch, a small smile forming before she steals a quick kiss from him. ❝hi.❞
The contact is nice for a change. He allows it because he sees how starved for affection she is and truthfully, so was he. One hand moves to cup her cheek, thumb circling across the flesh as he leans in to kiss her softly, one lasting a little longer than the quick kiss she’d given to him.
“I’m sorry....for pushing you away.”
jesus. 43 drafts, i’m so slow here but i promise everyone is in drafts. gonna try get at least one posted every day.
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I never expected her. Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them.
Elle Kennedy, The Deal (via myrandar)
Source: thelovejournals
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ABIGAIL
Abigail canted her head, appearing bewildered. All her life, she had been assured that what she and her father had was love, so to hear the terms abuse and manipulation felt like a sobering slap to the face. Blinking back tears, she heaved a breath and nodded. “I suppose what’s unusual is the fact I never came to you sooner… I wanted to, but I just…I’m afraid. And it may be hard for you to understand, but I do love my Papa. He wasn’t always this monster.”
Will’s tone made Abigail wonder if she had made a mistake. Chewing her lip, she folded her hands and shrugged. “If I had to wager a guess, she’s probably in the sitting room. Mother loves to do needlepoint and keep to herself. She didn’t attend the ball because she had a splitting headache. She gets a lot of those, but I suspect she just doesn’t enjoy parties.”
Early. Blinking as Abigail processed exactly what was happening, she nodded and tried to keep a brave face. “I’ll be there,” she promised, “and with whatever you need… Aside from my father, of course.”
It was a hard thing to hear for ANYONE. No one wanted to hear that their parents rather be abusive than give the love that they were supposed to begin with or seek help to stop themselves from being that way. There were people out there that could HELP. While therapy didn’t work on him, a lot of people didn’t know the tricks like he did. It would work on them, to some extent.
But, even if Garett Jacob Hobbs HAD sought help, Will truly believed that he was the kind of killer that would not be able to suppress his urges no matter how hard he tried. The fact that he was trying to stop himself from killing Abigail told Will that his urges were something he could not control.
“I won’t involve her right now, not unless I have to.” If Abigail backed out of this, then he would have NO CHOICE than to involve her mother but he was hoping it wouldn’t lead to that. “All I need is your father. I’ll take care of the rest.” It was entrapment but no one needed to know that. This way, he could get the man for assault on an Inspecter and he would have enough for a warrant to search the home and whatever other buildings Hobbs owned.
my psa’s ARE NOT for reblogging. son. just don’t.
PSA
I am not fast. Yes, I had tons of muse and got replies out like it was nothing a for a few weeks. However, that is not always the case. I am a VERY SLOW rper. I go where the muse takes me. Whether that is picking and choosing what Will replies to or going to another blog entirely, it just depens. I will not force threads. If you don’t mind waiting for my slow ass (it might be months at times, so i understand if you don’t), then thank you every much for your patience.
However, i will not be pressured to reply and anyone who does this to me will be dropped.
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( STAGHAUNTED ASKED FOR A STARTER. )
❛ don’t believe me, that’s fine an’ i’ll take it up with someone else but i walk those woods nearly every day. there’s someone out there who isn’t me, and it’s SPREADING something in the trees. do you want to hear about the guts?? there’s bones too, and they don’t belong to any animal. ❜
@staghaunted
“I believe you.” The man didn’t show any signs that he was lying. No indicators, nothing. There WAS someone in those woods. But spreading something in the trees? Seemed a little difficult, if you asked him. “Can you take me to it?”
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@staghaunted // send in a 💀 and i’ll make a graphic of our muses’ aesthetics
↳ will & ana
pullingrank replied to your post “Why are some people so hard to plot with? give me something, don’t...”
// ugh i can't even with people like that; two rounds of 'lol i dunno whatever u want' and i just stop responding 8) ain't nobody got time for that noise
That’s what I do. I offered this person my wishlist and they said ‘lol whatever you want from it is fine’. so i offered them an idea and they were all ‘lol no i don’t like that’. I’m so annoyed.
Why are some people so hard to plot with? give me something, don’t make me do all the work.
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IRENE
Irene chewed on the inside of her cheek for a minute. She could continue to pussyfoot around the situation and then present him with the bill when all was said and done or she could be direct and hope he didn’t alert his uniformed friends of her whereabouts. She had worked hard to get this particular spot and was in no rush to give it up.
“There’s no catch,” She said softly, tucking a dark tendril behind her ear and trying to figure out the best wording to use that would cause him the least offence. “This…this is my job. I’m the kind of girl who gets paid to listen. To comfort. To hold. Actually, that last one is a more frequent request than you’d think…” A sad smile was directed his way, perhaps the first genuinely human response since she had let her knee jerk reaction of fear get the better of her. “Besides, I kinda like you. Meaning that maybe this first night, I won’t charge.” Long as she had a warm place to sleep, it was a win. Besides, a good rapport meant return business.
He’d had his suspicions about her profession from the moment he’d met her. He wasn’t looking to buy her. Hell, he hadn’t even been looking for comfort from a stranger yet here he was. Even if there would be no sex involved in this arrangement, should he choose to agree to it, it wasn’t exactly the best thing.
No catch. No charge. No crime being committed.
“I’m not looking for sex, just to be clear.” In fact, he’d probably never see her again after this. He was an idiot for even considering this, though.