-whistles- "Yeah, That Is Pretty Bad. Christ, Who Did That Number On You?"

Independent Will Graham RP blog, interpretation of both television and book characterizations.

I won't pretend to know exactly what I'm doing.

But I kind of know what I'm doing.

Ye.

drhanniballecter this is your fault

// *remembers*

Who rps Will Graham these days??

Will was busy looking at the moon.  He’d had a few drinks in him by then, and he’d paid a cab to take him back to Quantico.  Plan was he’d just sleep off the spirits in his office. Somewhere along the line he must have changed his mind because now he was in his psychiatrist’s front yard and the cab was nowhere in sight.  Not even the faint smell of hot carbon emission was left.

He blinked, and the moon left a blue after-image on his eyelids.  “Oh.  Didn’t mean to wake you, Dr. Lecter.”

@drhanniballecter:  a fucking crescent moon emoji

So sex

@runsonfear this is how Hannibal French kisses

These Days, (I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do)

@drhanniballecter

The gaps in Garrett Jacob Hobbs’s form draw his eye.  Phone number, no address.  Oh, you overdid it, my man, he thinks, too damn neat.  A neat and tidy sonofabitch— and you knew it, didn’t you?  He asks the woman at the desk to sign off on the files as he slips the form back into it’s folder and tucks it under his arm.  The phone number sticks blue to the back of his eyelids.

did u bring the chocolate tho

@drhanniballecter:  a fucking crescent moon emoji

The cocoon of the bagworm moth is always different, depending on the materials that the caterpillar forged to built it with.